Half Face

In this time of Stay-in-Place,
And we all wear a mask,
I can see just half a face.
What‘s behind them I ask?

Are they smiling or wearing frowns?
Do the cheeks have dimples?
Do teeth wear braces, or gold crowns?
Do the chins have pimples?

Does he have a bushy beard?
Does a ring pierce her nose?
Are the lips red? Are they sneered?
Perhaps a mustache grows.

Yet behind every mask I see,
Be the face old or young.
I fear they’re snarling right at me,
And sticking out their tongue.