The three faces of me
One for the world
A face for my loves
And the one I let nobody see
The first wears a smile
That vacates my eyes
Still it works for the most part
At guarding my heart
The next is the best
It’s my face at rest
It’s the face that never
Tells any lies
The third is more complex
It’s happy then sad
It’s the joy and the pain
It’s the parts of me
That will never
Ever be the same.
C.K.23.
Thank you for liking and taking the time to comment on this. I imagine many, if not all of us have a face for different occasions - or perhaps it’s just me!😉
Excellent, touching, honest poem.
Grace Meadows
Thu 4th May 2023 22:14
I totally agree with Keith's comments ( good question Keith )
A poetic self analysis which is honest. I wonder how many see themselves in such a light? I enjoyed this.
Thank you Clare,
Keith
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John Botterill
Fri 5th May 2023 20:50
People have said I'm two faced, Clare. Never three 😂 Great poem, again!