The Mask 2020
"Face Covering Required" is posted on the door;
Oh God, not again. Not at this store.
I just want to go in and shop with some ease;
But wearing the mask, I can hardly breathe.
Is this helping me, or am I helping another?
Or is it just more restrictions from dreaded Big Brother?
I miss seeing the smile on those I pass by;
Are they friend or faux? or some old wise guy?
More businesses are joining this farce every day;
Will they come to their senses? I can only pray.
When I criticize the mask, I'm scared I'll offend.
But you can't please everyone, when will this end?
Copyright © Mary Waldeck | Year Posted 2020
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