MIRROR; WHAT A SHAME, HOW YEARS, THEY'LL PASS US BY; AS WOULD MERE WHISPERS THROUGHOUT TIMES ENDLESS TORRENTS OF RAIN; AND THOSE WE'VE LOST; WHOSE IMAGES ARE BY NOW, SO LONG GONE; HOW SAD IT IS, THAT ONLY ECHOS OF THEIR VOICES, NOW REMAIN; THE PAST IS LIKE PULLING AWAY AND LOOKING BACK, UPON BETTER DAYS; GAZING THROUGH LIFE'S REAR VIEW MIRROR, SEEING THOSE WE LOVED DEARLY, JUST STANDING BY THE CURB WAVING, BEFORE FADING FAST AND FAR, FAR AWAY!