– Source: LST Association SCUTTLEBUTT
I look in the mirror
And what do I see
There’s a wrinkled old man
Staring back at me
With whiskers gray
And hair grown thin
Sagging jowls
And a double chin
What happened to that young lad
I used to see there
With a smile on his face
And a wave in his hair
Is he hiding somewhere
Under that wrinkled old skin
Will he come out if I call
Or if I knock let me in
Or is he gone for good
No more to be seen
Is that long ago lad
Now just a dream
He must be there
Oh why can’t I see
That smiling young lad
That once was me.
