Monday, May 4, 2015

Beneath our Masks

Today in my classroom we read
A poem now stuck in my head

This poem was a page filled with sadness
Though not the sad kind, I confess

Rather the kind that makes you wonder
If the world has merely fallen asunder

A poem about masks and feelings amiss
One of our favorite poems, it goes like this:

She had blue skin
So did he
He kept it hid
And so did she
They searched for blue
Their whole life through
Passed right by
And never knew

~Masks, Shel Silverstein

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