I look in the mirror, and who do i see, not to sure, is that really me.
Look different, thats for sure,, getting older, and the grey hair shows more.
Know point in worrying, that is the last thing to do,, one point in life i could touch my toes to.
I used to skip and dance, and run about, o, now i hold on, in everything i do,
It gets you down and frustrated at times, but we solider on, because there is a mountain to climb.
The mountain is high and we give it a go, we do really grand, so we think, then all of a sudden we are bombarded with a hefty stick, it hits us hard and we slide down, we moan and cry and fill really down, only one thing for it, i am not going to hit the ground.
We get back up, and the mountain, is in sight, i am going to get to the top, if, it takes all my might.
It takes all your strength and will power to, because there is nothing, that you cannot do.
We find strength from sone where, and we carry on, people are watching , and they care, i will show them i can do this, and i will get my medal when i succeed..
Take a look back in the mirror, and yes that is you, a smile on your face and full of glee, to, that is more like, the old me, i am happy you see, because nothing is going to beat me.
So when one is down, please don't stay there to long, climb back up, and some one will be waiting, to give you a medal to.
