I’m wearing the smile with the mirror-glass eyes,
It’s a mask I put on now and then.
For now, it’s a fixture; it’s not coming off.
If it does I can’t say right now, when.
If a year was a bottle, wine filled and cork topped,
There’s no doubt I would still drink it down.
Life is there to experience, and savour the taste
But this year’s not a year to lay down.
Underneath all the brightness and sparkling glee
That disguises, distracts and dissembles,
I will silently scream and you won’t see a thing
In all ways, happy bish I’ll resemble.