Masks

Over the centuries we as humans have endeavoured,
To make many masks, painted and feathered,
But little have we noticed, our most beautiful of all,
We use to cover up every death, and every fall.
A Curve of our lips and a twinkle in our eyes,
Is enough to cover up the most heinous of lies.
This painted mask of a child's angelic face,
Is now abused by the whole of the human race.
To taint the name of smiling child,
Truly, we are as lowly as beasts of the wild,
But not to make haste,
This mask is not a waste,
For many in this world who use it right, a smile,
Makes their job, their effort and their life, all worth while.

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