The me you see and the you I see
are not as we appear to be
neither graying hair nor aging skin
describes the me I am within.

The child still lives inside this shell
my spirit is alive and well
I know that you are deeper too
than the wrinkled face I see on you

The mirror does not tell the tale
what’s inside makes the outside pale
This container holds the me that’s true
I know yours holds the you that’s you

My spirit star from Heaven fell
and in this package came to dwell.
Let’s always see the “us” we are
beyond our package see the star.