Cap And Bells

(To F.)

In Life’s masquerade the disguises are many: Here’s a man masquerading as Wealth, Wears a million of gold, But a pauper, I’m told, He hasn’t a penny of health.

Here comes a Beggar, in tatters and rags, Masking as Poverty old. He may look the part, But the wealth in his heart, Makes him richer than Croesus in gold.

The costumes are varied disguises beguiling That cover the true man beneath One wears learned looks, That he’s borrowed from books And a co-operative laurel wreath.

And still another pretending a clown, In make-up the silliest Fool, But his knowledge of men, Is beyond the ken Of a sage of the orthodox school.

There are millions of others in Life’s Motley Masque Who follow the art of mime. They mimic and play At mockery today, But they never fool Old Father Time.