We Wear The Mask That Grins And

..we Wear The Mask That Grins And Lies, It Hides Our Cheeks And Shades Our Eyes- This Debt We Pay To Human Guile; With Torn And Bleeding Hearts We Smile.

All Play And No Work Makes Jack A Mere Toy.

Only The Rich Are Lonesome.

The Age Is Materialistic. Verse Isn't. I Must Be With The Age, So I Am Writing Prose.

You Are Sweet, O Love, Dear Love,you Are Soft As The Nesting Dove.come To My Heart And Bring It Restas The Bird Flies Home To Its Welcome Nest.