Lost
He wore a mask that smiled all day
With eyes of glass and lips of stone.
His longing heart could not outweigh
The mask he wore that smiled all day.
And death meant peace and would allay,
The endless hours he lived -- alone.
He wore a mask that smiled all day,
With eyes of glass and lips of stone.
Copyright © Marylou Bondi | Year Posted 2018
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