There he was in the middle of the stage
Wearing a mask, jumping around.
For he was a clown, always smiling
Hiding all that went on inside
He jumped, he laughed, he toppled, he ran,
He did what they wanted, for he was what he was...just a clown
His expression, oh so funny!
Showed a lot, yet revealed so little
People thought him happy, as he made everyone laugh
What was inside, always hidden
for he was a masked man.
He had to make people feel good, for he was a clown
It mattered not what he felt inside?
For as they say, he was only a clown.
One who makes a fool of himself, as he fools everyone else around.
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For he laughed all day long,
Nights heard every sad song.
Sweet was his melody,
Made Sun rose, was Moon's lullaby.
With happyness, such was his strife,
That whirled the circle of life.
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Wonderful piece of work Vani, 'I Loved it'. And I mean it... this one is a dark chocolate... a bit bitter but the best one.
With best wishes,
tHe ScRiBbLeR.
As the minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days
He laughed on the outside but on the inside he decayed
The crystal blue painted tears glistened on his face
Amusing, one would think, since his big laughing grin took up most of the space
A masked man, a clown, imagine being laughed at when you fall
If no one knew he lived, did he ever live at all ?
beautiful poem ... i didn't know you wrote .. very hot lol
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