Masks Poem

There once was a man
Who had many masks
One for every occasion
They came out of a can
For a very many tasks
(I tell you this in summation)

He had one made entirely of tiling
Another made out of the ground
The mask came round
Whenever he frowned
And to everyone else he was smiling

Take a mask from off the wall
And put it on your head
Use a mask to look big and tall
Or soon you will be dead

Take a mask to hide your fear
Another for your pain
With these masks on they'll see no tear
Till only masks remain

There once was a man from a far off place
He's gone now - he has died
He wore a mask with a smiling face
While all the time he cried

Just a little something I wrote today that I wanted to share with ya'll.