I look in the mirror,and what do I see?
Good Grief! there's an old person looking at me!
It's not me in there, I'm quite sure it's not,
An old man has snuck in and taken my spot!
I'm much younger than him, who is looking within,
How rude can he be to pretend that he's me?
I shall leave him in there, I'm much too young to care,
I'll just pack him away till I grow old one day.
Marina Cuell