The Sad Clown
Tears he hides the show must go on
The Sad Clown
He paints the smile a little wide
to hide the ache he holds inside
the children laugh, the crowd leans near
he juggles hope and hides the fear
His boots are patched, his cheeks are red
but something quiet fills his head
a thousand eyes, not one can see
the weight he wears so carefully
He falls, he slips, they cheer, they grin
and no one sees the world within
his laughter sounds, rehearsed and bright
but fades when curtains close at night
He wipes the white off with a sigh
and stares into the mirror dry
no words to speak, no tears to fall
just silence pressed against the wall
They clap, they cheer, they never guess
his joke’s the shield, his gift’s the mess
yet still he bows, still takes his place
the sad clown with the painted face
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
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