The Clown Of The Town

He is a clown with a big nose that is round
He has a big sad frown
that could almost touch the ground,
His cheeks are rosy nice and pink
with a heart that sinks down deep,

He has the eyes that sparkle in the night wind,
He sits alone crying about
what was and what didn't come
This old dark world put this clowns heart on the run,

His old shoes are so big that all his tears fall in,
His costume be perm pressed,
His old heart overflown with sadness,
every time he walks around
everyone makes a fuse over the way he looks
the way he dressed
Oh, his life is a big mess,

His face is painted with heartaches,
He holds his head down low holding balloons for the show
children run to greet him will hast on their face,
Wherever he may go his life is one big show,

When it comes to love he just bleeds
with the heartaches of long ago,
despite all he has been through,

He walks alone holding on to his broken heart
hoping one day it will mend and be set free
Where he can breathe, and start living again.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2004