Looking in the Mirror

I look in the mirror
And I look so old
Causing me to wonder . . .
Will she ever stop loving me?
Or as time goes on
Will she love me less today
Than she did yesterday?
And my heart and mind
Ache with worry . . .
Oh, how my aging body
And my troubled mind
Plague me so with
Such what ifs?
And oh how the mirror
Reminds me of how I must appear
To her eyes.