tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7385037440469271842009-11-11T10:23:35.747-08:00Stan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738503744046927184.post-40817024932203787642008-06-11T10:51:00.001-07:002009-01-12T08:38:50.819-08:00<a href="http://www.linkedin.com/in/valleyviews">ABOUT ME</a><br /><a href="http://scountz.blogspot.com/">COME LET US REASON TOGETHER</a><br /><a href="http://hishighestandbest.blogspot.com/">HIS HIGHEST AND BEST</a><br /><a href="http://tntbravo.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-is-vapor-never-let-anyone-steal.html">NEVER LET ANYONE STEAL YOUR DREAMS</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/738503744046927184-4081702493220378764?l=thisolmirror.blogspot.com'/></div>Stan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738503744046927184.post-62169652003157045592008-02-12T06:57:00.000-08:002008-02-12T07:19:04.391-08:00<span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://www.myspace.com/valleyviews">by Stan C. Countz</a></span><br />I look in this ol’ mirror and see hollow eyes staring <br />at a broken man with broken dreams <br />It seems I’m gettin’ nearer as I stare in this ol’ mirror <br />but nothin’s ever as easy as it seems<br /><br />This ol’ mirror is fallin’ apart <br />just like this ol’ heart <br />It goes against the grain <br />and it’s hard to mend the pain <br />of a broken man with a broken heart <br /><br />She tore me apart; she shattered my heart<br />When I try to get up, I can’t seem to start<br />I’m feeling kind of queasy; I know it won’t be easy<br />But I gotta try to pick up the pieces of my broken heart<br /><br />Lookin’ at myself in this broken ol’ mirror<br />I look like death warmed over but the day draws nearer <br />when I can start all over again<br />It may take a while, but this ol’ mirror <br />will see me smile once again<br /><br />When I look in this ol’ mirror closely <br />I see hollow eyes looking back at me<br />My face looks worn and ghostly<br />This ol’ mirror is cracked and steamy <br />But one day it’s gonna see me smile <br /><br />This ol’ mirror is fallin’ apart just like this ol’ heart <br />It goes against the grain and it’s hard to mend the pain <br />of a broken man with a broken heart <br />but I need to start somewhere and I guess <br />now’s as good a time as ever<br /><br />I wanna trade my tears for laughter<br />to start a brand new chapter in my life <br />and this time she’s not in it; I’m turnin’ over a new leaf<br />It’ll take more than a minute, I need some love and relief<br />I’m in this game to win it, but I need some time for grief<br />But this ol’ mirror one day will see me smile again<br /><br />Maybe as they carry me down the aisle <br />or when I've walked that last and final mile<br />maybe then you'll see me smile but, by then, <br />I won’t need this ol’ mirror again<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/738503744046927184-6216965200315704559?l=thisolmirror.blogspot.com'/></div>Stan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.com0