The Clown

Every night the same again

"Make them smile, make them laugh!"

Push him out to fullfill dreams

of happiness and laughter

of romance...remembrance of good old childhood days.

He bargains with emotions

For a living, for a place to dwell

But when the curtain calls at end of night

you can see a tear drop by

And then sometimes a picture forms in his inner circle

just a little plan to set him free.

A short notice next to the candle on his little table

Just a few words, his old hand wrote

"Don't spill no tears for me..."

They found him next morning

at a tree nearby

and for a last time they saw it

on his face....the smile.

And I remember the circus

I remember all the laughter, the smiles and the fun

but I cannot recall the faces

because the memory has gone

Sometimes I wonder where they are now

all the faces rejoicing the children

and then sometimes I'm feeling so lonely

because I lost the laughter within.

Send in the clowns.

written by Punk Dezember 2000

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