Who's This Old Guy?

I look in the mirror: say 'Who's this old guy?'
Had my fun in my youth, now I mourn the loss;
Of youth, those years well behind me, float away;
When gas was cheap and we drank at the farm
The memories gone; replaced by bills and mortgage,
Yearly check-ups and dentures replacing,
Or where is my first love, is she passed yet?
Laid down to rest by time and ill disease,
True - you should never wish your life away.
Not covet what's down the road so quickly:
A mistake I made, that I can't take back,
Nor relive in this grand reality.
That's what I did; now I am looking in this mirror,
And now I am sad, a victim of time.

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I look in the mirror: say 'Who's this old guy?'
Had my fun in my youth, now I mourn the loss.
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A man looks in the mirror one day and ponders his life.

(2:34)

Music: Royalty Free piece (Frederic Chopin - Funeral March)