
When I am down
I think of a clown
Who gets a crown
For wiping many a frown
In a sad sad town
II
Described by children as foolish
And by the critiqued as brutish
Described by the stressed as funny
And by a lover as a bunny
What reigns supreme is he gets his money
III
Who creates fun
For the clown who lacks fun?
Who creates fun
For the clown who is fun?
Who creates fun
When the clown needs fun?
I clear my head and look ahead
For even in sadness, the clown is seen to be a clown
And professionalism ask of his clowny side
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015
4 replies on “CLOWNS’ UNSAID LESSONS”
Your excellent poem brings this back in the day old school song to mind. A classic.
Smokey Robinson – Tears Of A Clown
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Smiling. Sister Debbie is an interesting fellow.
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Good way to see the sadness Cecilia 😉
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Yes. Good way. 🙂
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