Tuesday, June 4, 2019
Where's The Face I Once Knew? Comments
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Morn once again and time to rise,
I struggle to get up from bed
After late night and heavy head,
I still play good spouse and be nice.
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Kumarmani Mahakul
04 June 2019
My day begins with playing roles The best I can— life is a stage, Pleasing or not, pursuing goals, As harder gets I hang on edge.......yes, life is a stage. Nice poetic expression. Beautiful poem is amazingly shared. TFS.
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7/20/2025 8:27:15 AM # 1.0.0
Home again! ! ! ! Mirror, mirror on the wall! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
We are all tired of wearing different faces, but somehow caught as if in a bind, can't do without those masks. Getting rid of masks is good for the people we interact with, but it does more good to us.