The Mask

by John L. Swainston

I so dislike the mask
I’m sure it has to be
But now I cannot see
Your smile or Hear your laugh.

It just doesn’t sound the same, more like a huff.
Driving up to the Toll Booth to pay
“Hello sir,”  “Sorry, Ma’am.”
It’s the mask you see, I could not see.

When will this be over?
Tomorrow, Next Week, Next Month
Please NO, NO - Not next year!
I so dislike the mask.

But I wear it!