Jester
Jester:
Too young a body
to be trapped
too young a heart
for a chair with wheels
What cruel jester
to lay this card
on one so innocent
still she smiles
Sun glint on buttercup fields
a smile to melt all sorrow
giving beauty without cost
yet again the jester has lost
Sdallen
Copyright © Stephen Allen | Year Posted 2012
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