Whenever we go out into the world
Which mask do we put on?
I have different masks for different tasks.
My professional one, that I wore
When at work, so different from
The one I wear at choir.
Who knows who I am?
The real me.
Am I the one who does so much
To help those who need me?
Or is the real me seen at Church?
My family see an opaque mask
Showing much of what I am,
With the love showing through.
My lover sees an almost transparent one,
Almost seeing me as I am;
But even there a mask is worn,
Unintentionally.
Even when I look in a mirror,
The face looking back is not mine,
I don't see the real me,
Only a mirror image.
The only one who really sees me is
The Spirit running through my life.
And maybe the words on this page:
But!
Which mask am I showing now?
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Good write Gold. KP has no masks. She just piles on the botox! lol.
Thanks Orchi.
Very nice!. I’ve found in my seven decades the real me is reflected in how others react towards me.
Thank you John, that is probably very true.
Andy
The mask you where here today is that of your inner Muse. And a fine mask it is. 😉👍
Most kind AP, thank you.
Andy
A universal theme that is very relatable.
Most kind Thomas, thank you.
Andy
For what man knoweth the things of a man, save the spirit of man which is in him?
True words 2781, thank you.
Andy
Not mine, but I agree.
Keep up the good work.
The spirit (Laphroaig?) running through your life.......Go have another couple of doubles and then I'll tell yer.........
Will do Dave, I look forward to your response.
Aah, Laphroaig. 😍🥃
Andy
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