The Mask Poem by Joan Lewen

The Mask



How sad it is that we must sit
And contemplate our fate
And analyse each move we make
And wear a mask for fear we might
Discriminate some sensibility of love

Wednesday, October 2, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,fear,sad
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