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Who is the man that stares at me

Shaving my face electric

Could it be that the mirrors glass

Somehow became defective?

He's an aging imitation of the man I am

He can't be me, he's unwelcome

So get out - be gone!

Who are you, pretender now I can see

The stranger reflecting, that man is me!

We made a promise to ourselves

We would be young forever

This growing old's for someone else

And age is just a number

As we watch that number climbing

We all want to hear

Someone say “my God, you look good"

After all these years

The long lost summer left us

Worn autumn skin

That tanned physique, a badge of honor