And a Circus Is Again
And a circus is again:
lights, laughter and cheerful music,
as it was many years ago.
I go before many people
in my old clown dress.
I laugh my painted smile,
I hasten from station to station.
The spectators dare to laugh
At my mistakes,
and at my incorrect steps.
The graceful gymnasts
represent their own work beautifully.
and spectators passionately applaud them.
I want to make something fine, too.
Allow me! I shall be able!
I try hard not to fail.
But I have fallen again.
I am afraid to lift my eyes.
You may be joyful and have fun,
You may laugh at me!
I want to run from this arena,
I want to run from you all –
to my childhood, to mom,
to our old garden.
But I cannot find an exit
And I run again
along a secluded, closed circle.
I do not distinguish day from night.
I run and pray
to an unfamiliar friend,
Who will help to find an exit,
and rescue me.
Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007
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