A Clown I Am
A clown I am
on strings not of my own design
pulled gently some days
thrown into a box other days
The puppet master chortles
as he slams the lid
forgetting me for days
not caring that I am afraid of the dark
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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