Face

Seconds again
Minutes again
Hours again
…Time again
Today’s cloak unveiled
Reveals the face of yet another
face
I ll do my routine prayers
Brush my teeth,
And clean my physique’s layers
I ll put on my routine wares
Take off my true face,
And put on my doll ways

My heart had lost the beat
Donkey years pitter-patter of
little feet
And my face was its true form
But life became me
As tune to a picked guitar string
And I, successful in a job
That has rendered my face a doll
Now, I reminisce
As I do every day
About once upon a time
When I was one with my true call.