It is not my intention to paint A morose portrait of your passing, To draw you up as the sad clown. After all you where are, were, A comedian and I a poet.
But as a poet I am allowed the artistic License to express a range of emotion. A comedian is not because When funny people stop laughing The world stops listening.
You took too big bites out of life. Did you take to much? When the crowds stopped cheering Was the reverberation of the silence Too loud?
Was our laughter ever a kin to That of the jackels? Could we have saved you By lifting you on to our shoulders Rather than on a pedestal?
For Robin Williams, may your heaven be filled with laughter and joy and peace. The world will miss you.