The masks that men must wear,
Should be made of smile and cheer,
Hiding as the curtain does,
The backstage of salty tears
Rises as the curtain,
To reveal the experienced courses of events,
That pleases the onlookers,
Ignorant of change!
One must play the same smile,
Over and over again,
For audiences accept you only at your best,
Any less of it they refrain!
Let the hoops be strong and stable,
For if it may fall,
The trail of hidden grieves,
Would be captured by all
For having sorrow is a sin,
That drives away the best of kin,
Men must retain their masks,
And smile as they’ve always been!
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Well constructed. A bittersweet poem.