Ghost

A ghost of a man stares back at me, 
From the mirror on the wall.
So different from the man I used to see, 
The long summer's turned to fall.
The auburn hair has turned to white, 
The eyes are sadder now.
A long life now in it's twilight, 
So many years gone, where and how? 
But I won't complain, I never do, 
I'm glad for what's come my way.
There's not a moment that I rue, 
And I thank the lord for every day.