Satirical sadness
said the face of the clown,
Under the big top
tears upside down

Twenty five years
of life on the road,
No smiles, no more
has taken its toll

The laughter is gone
and so its said
The show is but over,
So put it to rest

Sitting alone,
in front of the glass,
his reflection is broken
dropping down fast

Make-up streams down
his circus drawn face,
Sitting with no one
in his own solemn place

Dropping his pills,
with a liter of gin
fading so fast
and losing his grin

The big top has fallen,
the circus left town
Nobody cares
the sad clown is down.