I’m proud of my age and all that I’ve done
I’ve worked hard for my wrinkles, each and every one
But now I feel that my face doesn’t fit me anymore
What used to be firm, is now facing the floor
I want my looks to match how I feel inside
Why shouldn’t I want to wear my face with pride?
Now when I look in the mirror what do I see?
I see the woman I used to be!

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