So when I stepped, I slipped. Michael J. Giglio Players Life is but an actor's part And with each birth, a play does start. The masks of emotion fade with time To reflect thoughts that flow of mind. Repetition shows it's face daily To remind us of life sanely. Memories can bring of joy and laughter And thoughts of lost goals sought after.
Ribbons mark times of victory That fade as fast as dates in history.
Purple colors that touch on black, Dance within the frame of a faceless mask. Smiles show as a devil's grin And guilt grows with thoughts of sin. But only when the heart is blessed. But rather the use of what we are given.