Oh, see that one with curls up top,

A dimple on the left,

And an upward curve,

Clear and Shiny,

Soft to the eyes,

Desired by all,

For joy is good….

Yet, turn that side,

The Curve goes down,

With a frown so hard,

The dimple plops,

The shine is lost in ebony dark,

Scared by all,

For joy is good….

Up and down,

Yin and Yang,

Joy and Sorrow,

Thus is life,

The masks of mine are wanted far,

For without them,

The world will stop….