The man of many masks
The man who sits across the imposing desk
making all the choices
far above the rest.
he thinks and judges and reasons
about what would be best
For money gains and stock increase
are his prime interest.
At work he is tough, efficient and precise.
His face shows no mercy
for judgement will suffice.
He holds in his hand the people in his care,
And pluck out the ones who don't do their share.
At home he is sweet, kind and fun
With the wife and kids he has settled down,
For here is where he won.
Though the troubles of work
aren't far away,
he always tries his best to be there every day.
The man who is with friends,
Is fun and smart and free,
He chooses things to do with them
to share in all their glee.
he'll wonder where the time went before he had to go,
And think about his family
On the way back from their meet,
Or maybe the work he'll face the next day.
All these masks
hung up on the wall.
yet what we still wonder,
Who's behind it all?
A blank complection
devoid of all mirth?
Or a loving father,
with a heart fit to burst?
With all these masks
to serve as his guise,
Who is the real man.
Who is inside?
Just a little something I came up with. :p
I'm not good with words...usually.