The MASK

This is a mask that I’m wearing
So people can’t see the real me.
The face on this mask is an old, old, old man
Me? I’m just twenty three.

My new bride of many years is only twenty two,
The eldest of my children is three.
And yet we have many Grandkids
Now just how could that be?

The face of time seems to turn so fast
my mind can’t except the change.
So I wear this mask of an old man’s face
And walk around feeling strange.

Darryl Scroggins

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