Painted-on smiles
hide the pain
felt deep inside.
No more tears,
I vowed,
done crying
for everything
I could not fix.
Why, then, do I
still weep?
Is it the hope
of keeping
their memories alive,
or the desire
of having them near still,
instead of being called
to their heavenly home?
I wish I knew.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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