These Masks Are a Godsend To Me
My heart is skipping down the sidewalk
But my feet are refusing to move
Arthritis is ruining the liveliness
My joy is apparent to those who know me
It matters not to thousands of others
I cannot laugh any more though, too many teeth are missing
In a way these masks are a Godsend to me.
I can smile or even stick out my tongue
and do not have to suffer the repercussions.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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