Mirror, mirror on the wall
You're no good to me at all!
When I look into your space
And see the reflection of my face
Is that person that I see
Is that person really me?
Sure, I know it's been a while
Since I was called a juvenile
But I really feel the same
'cept I'm stiff and a little lame
Hairs turned gray, getting thin
Lots of wrinkles and a double chin.
But I'm really feeling fine,
Work at something all the time.
Still I wonder when I see
That reflection that is me,
Which one of us is really real,
The one I see or the one I feel?
- Gertrude Young