This morning I showered
And dressed with care,
And as I slowly brushed my hair,
I looked into the mirror there.
“Not bad,” I thought.
“I look OK.
I’ll live to fight another day!”
But then my son beside me stood,
Taller now than me by far,
And in the mirror clear as day,
I saw things as they really are.
“You’re looking good today,” I sighed,
And then I smiled,
As I saw him standing by my side.