Another year has just simply flown by
And I look myself straight in the eye
So what will I become from today?
Older and wiser? I really can’t say

That face in the mirror, who is she?
She’s a much older version of me
Is the image that’s inside my head
Or simply me,frozen with time instead?

And the mirror it’s there – mocking me
Is this really what you all can see?
A woman who has gone past her prime
With a face that is now lined with time

Is the light playing tricks with my mind?
Casting shadows so dark and unkind
Must I really face up to the truth?
That I’ll never recapture my youth

No- the real me is there in my head
The other’s an imposter instead
For she is growing old gracefully
And you know that is really not me

Growing up –no thanks.. What is the rush :D