Bit of a ten minute-er , based on current mood.
Polly x
Mask
There’s nothing like old friends, or kids
to kick you hard, under the ribs –
evidencing, as they do
how much things change, and how much you
and smiling past selves have been lost
as ghosts; evaporated like tears.
Pretending to be happy turns you grey.
The mask will have to crack one day.
The desperate mirth of Comedy’s smile
tilting to Tragedy’s broken wail.
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Don’t turn grey, Polly. I hope you find something to really make you happy.
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hi Roger, thanks for reading. I’m alright really 🙂
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Polly, a superbly crafted, biting piece that digs deep into one’s emotion… an exceptional bit of writing!
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Thanks Lance!
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You’re very welcome, Polly!
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Excellent.
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Thanks!
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