volksmenner:

Pressures of the day to day;

     daily grind,

Compressed into a diamond life.

Forever furbished without flaw,

Weighted with weighty words.

Moon in full faceted eyes,

Bereft the touch of full moonlight.

Monday lacks not for hardness,

Sunday, something like kindness.

Some smiles betray tragedy,

Counterpoint to missing the point.

Put on appearances, all,

Yet, Mother, Mother, Mother

     knows us for naked.