No mask

 I often wonder if people notice
Those days when I wear a mask
Where I'm tired in the brain
And I don't know what to ask

I'm available now for a limited time
But I hear that stocks wont last
I'm trying to power myself on a sail
That can only reach half mast

Yet even running on fumes
I must add to life's collage
So my todo's don't become neverdo's
I battle on at reduced charge

Poetry does not flow when tired
Instead I fight for every line
This poem has no mask 
But it is truly mine.

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On rereading this poem, I'm going to clarify that this is about dramatic masks, and not hygienic masks.