Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

Underneath, are you still there?

There was you, you know,

In the beginning.

Over the years, bit by bit,

You added the mask.

Underneath, are you still there?

The mask was cheaper,

Monetarily,

Than sunglasses and you

Could wear it at night.

Underneath, still there, son?

One day I saw you

There in the mirror

Smiling, remembering

Something about mom.

Underneath, you’re still there.

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