No Mask No Task
I remember when I was a child of seven wearing a mask for Halloween
how we took hours to get ready laughing giggling behind the scene
then I became a teenager and it brought on a big switch of costumery
I dressed like cat woman and enjoyed the sensual glide to perfumery
as time went by the only mask I wore was made of clay and cucumber
honesty was dear to me so I wore makeup, but no mask to encumber
as I got older in the hay day of 70's I chose a Venetian mask of black
and I danced all night beneath the disco ball like a dervish maniac
then when I got to be in my sixties a virus crept in uninvited and fast
I made a homemade mask , God only knows how long Covid will last
I've come to an era of my life when I realize that I don't need to bask,
so if I need to go to the store I wear a mask, no mask no task!
July 19, 2020
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