Laughing At the Fun House Mirror

Laughing at the Fun House Mirror By Elton Camp Back in one’s carefree childhood day Laughing at one’s ugly image was okay Humped, twisted or your face contorted Wasn’t true, but a mirror that was distorted The visage that you saw wasn’t for real So happy, not sad, it would make you feel The mirror in the fun house was sure okay Because you knew you didn’t look that way But later, when your youth has fled away Such distorted features have come to stay I find it hard to actually believe what I see Who is that old man who’s staring at me? But there’s no need to grumble or to curse For if you’re dead, you’d look a lot worse So we should be thankful to still be around Seeing our image should never make us frown So look and chuckle without the least care “Hey, old fellow, glad to see you still there.”