December 22, 2011
You’re wearing a mask.
With your tired eyes and sagging skin,
Your angry lips slinging muddy contradictions,
With the winners and losers, rights and wrongs,
And fifty stars hidden in your silver tongue,
One would think it strange to show up
Wearing a mask.

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youngspeare said...
Dec. 25, 2011 at 12:58 pm
Simply BEAUTIFUL! No doubt you've got talent..keep posting, hope to see more! Please check out my poem "Ghosts of the Past" and RATE/COMMENT? I'd really appreciate it.
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