Troubadour

Well, the truth about a mirror
Is that a damned old mirror
Don't really tell the whole truth.
It don't show whats deep inside
oh, read between the lines
And it's really no reflection of my youth.

I was looking in the bathroom mirror the other day and just stared for a while. This time though, I looked past the gray in my hair and the age showing around my eyes. I peered deep inside my own eyes and wondered where the years had gone. Where was that young shy kid that I once was? Where was that car crazy young adult whose only worry was gas money? Where was that young man who was so excited the day he got married? Where was that young father who was so proud the day his daughter was born?

After my interrogation, I couldn't help but crack a smile. I realized nothing had changed. I was still that same person, I just looked different. I have aged, but I haven't changed. I pride myself on that integrity.

Sometimes I feel like Jesse James
Still trying to make a name
Knowing nothing's gonna change what I am.
I was a young troubadour, when I rode in on a song
And I'll be an old troubadour, when I'm gone.

Mirrors can be deceiving. They only show what's on the outside of us. My body may change with age, but what's inside will not.

Living a life of integrity is... on this cowboys mind



(George Strait: Troubadour)