Four years ago and six months ago (but who’s counting, especially these days?), I wrote two other blog posts with the title “Masks.” I shall not mask my wish that you check out those two posts by clicking on the links in that previous sentence.
Why am I writing about “masks” today?
Are you kidding? If you don’t know why, you must have been masked and ear-plugged in a locked room for a dozen weeks (but who’s counting?).
Let’s see if there are any masks in my photos from yesterday.
There are MANY videos on YouTube about masks, and here’s one of them:
Masks
Wearing masks,
Is just one of those tasks,
We need to do for now.
If you wear glasses,
Are one of the masses,
Are one of the asses,
Or simply don’t know how.
Please find and wear a mask.
I really hate to ask,
Or take you to task.
(And now I take a bow.)
© Ann Koplow, 2020
I can’t mask my need to write blog posts, poems, songs, whatever, because THAT is what keeps me going in masked times like these. If you can write a different final line to my new poem “Masks,” please unmask that in a comment, below.
Here is the “Masks” section from Prokofiev‘s Romeo and Juliet:
I hope my gratitude for all shines through, even when I’m wearing masks.
