The Happy Clown
Always a smile a happy clown
The Happy Clown
He wakes before the big top hums,
with baggy pants and polished thumbs
a whistle bright between his teeth
he skips the steps, all joy beneath
His hat’s too big, his nose is red
a daisy squirts, a pie near spread
yet every child who meets his gaze
lights up beneath the laughter haze
He doesn’t speak in riddled tones
or hide behind a thousand moans
his smile is real, his heart is wide
he wears his kindness like a guide
They call him clown, they call him fool
but he’s the sunshine in the school
the voice that giggles in the breeze
a friend to sorrow, quick to tease
At night, he folds away his face
yet joy still lingers in its place
for every giggle he has sown
he carries quietly, alone
No spotlight, crown, or famous name,
just love, and laughter, not for fame
the world may turn its heavy frown
he lifts it, gently—he’s the clown.
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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