The clown cries silent tears
Behind his painted on smile
Carrying a single red balloon
Trying to walk in big shoes

All the world is laughing
As he keeps on walking
No one sees his sadness
For he wants to belong

This is his curse and career
Always just a laughing stock
If only they saw his humanity
They would be all the same

The clown had no home
All his world is a circus
Putting on a show and watched
Isn't he a bit like all of us

A
Poet
Shows their soul
On inked paper
A love not often heard but always felt
Emotions bled from their heart to fingers
Sewing broken letters together; their
Words dance across
Worn paper
'Ever
True

-ARI