Le fou

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A poem I wrote back in high school.

Submitted: April 20, 2015

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Bells tingle,
colors wave,
the carnival is coming to town.
Trumpets blare,
people rave,
if your lucky you will see the clown!

The clown who never smiles at all,
you'll never believe your eyes,
You'll laugh at the absurdity,
of a clown who always cries.
A clown who sits in his small cage, 
saddened by those who stare.
you won't see any happieness,
embedded in those eyes there.
His flowers, they have wilted,
his squeak has left his shoes,
it is oh so funny,
to see a clown with blues.
He's trying to avoid them,
the crowd with merciless eyes.
But he feels so powerless,
is it any wonder that he cries?
As you laugh, his spirits sink.
you're killing him as you do.
You'll never guess why he cries,
It's cause the jokes on you.
You who laugh forever, 
mocking while you stare.
You never will know anything,
past what you will see there.
His message has been lost amid,
the endless cries of glee.
He's just hanging on and hoping, 
that you might someday see.
You will see all your mistakes, 
and life will seem unfair.
As everyone you once held dear,
will never seem to care.
He's warning you from what he's done,
casting his pearls for swine.
say your prayers and see the hearts,
of friends who will brave time.
But still you laugh,
and point and stare.
at the clown who never smiles.
But he'll be laughing in the end,
and it will carry for miles.

The carnival is coming to town.


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