I looked in the mirror and what did I see but an old man (woman) with bags and sages and
Wrinkles and wispy white hair
And asked my reflection, how did you get there?
You once were straight and vigorous and now you’re stooped and weak,
When I tried so hard to keep you from becoming an antique.
My reflection’s eyes twinkled as he solemnly replied,
You’re looking at the gift wrap and not the jewel inside,
A living gem and precious, of unimagined worth
Unique and true, and real you,
The only You on Earth.
The years that spoil your gift wrap with other things more cruel,
Should purify and strengthen and polish up that jewel
So focus your attention on the inside, not the out,
On being kinder, wiser, more content, and more devout
Then when your gift-wraps stripped away
Your jewel will be set free, To radiate in God’s glory through all eternity.