The mask doesn’t reach ear to ear.
It has one eye through which to peer.
(Not all you see is pure and clear.)
It does not change how you appear,
Or turn you into a seer,
Nor prevent you being a hearer.
It will hide an impolite leer
And a few, not many a tear.
You must lift it to sip your beer,
But not to look in the mirror.
Someone will say to you, My Dear,
There’s nothing in your life to fear.
As if you are blind, they will steer
You off the end of a pier.
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