A Mask Worn
Life calls forth a mask
That many wear about
It is but an act
To help us feel less doubt
We are each good players
On the grand stage of life
We give a good performance
All the days of our lives
Some feel it required
Pretending to be another
With nothing feeling contrived
When long enough we cover
Others feel one day
Courage will win out
And we will be ourselves
As we go about
Until then we are actors
As we work and play
Though some see there through us
And like us anyway
Comments4
Very impressive...great write.
JJ
Thanks Jinxy. I appreciate your comment.
A fine write w c. I don't go along much with 'All the world's a stage, and we the players'. Yet I've come to dislike clowns more and more over the years (masks, etc).
Thanks, orchidee.
Hardest thing in life isn't it! Being real.... I love the last two lines especially!
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