That extends joy to everyone she knows.
Given name of her mask, we think, is Grace.
The Mona Lisa's wry smile that she shows,
Enchants all others, any time or place.
When times of angry sorrow engulfs her,
She smiles still, in spite of the obstacles.
Grace's cheerful outlook never withers
Nor grow, but remains like an oracle,
Looming ahead, and lasting forever.
The happy Grace we come to know so well
is Grace. The wearer of the mask, we know
is... a someone that doesn't ring a bell.
We only know Grace, and the wearer, no.
And of other wearers too, we can't tell.
Isn't this wearer of Grace
as happy as she can be
Just simply too identical
to you and me ???
