A Sonnet -His Wokmanship
HIS WORKMANSHIP
A new dawn breaks,
night's other world,off-shaken,
we adjust our protective mask
donned once more,as we waken;
Covering frailty as we dress,
hiding weakenesses away,
our false personna holds sway
against the arrows of the day;
This role-play brings us stress
forgetting lines in our distress,
the armour falls apart
and truth seeps from our heart.
Then beauty with which each are made
becomes our image on parade
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
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