I Am the Clown
I have been already many years
On royal service.
I saw many different masters,
the important persons.
Some of them even love me:
some give me money,
Others give me slaps in the face.
But once the Autumn came to city.
I wanted to escape with her from the palace.
I have forgotten about tasty meals
I have thrown away the cap of the clown.
But when I went outside the door,
I saw there again:Familiar grandees
Laugh at me
Unfamiliar nobles go with the party contemptuously.
Nobody will protect, will not understand me.
Really shall I always be lonely?
Because I am the clown,
You should not perceive me seriously,
To think about me seriously.
I dance on on a secluded, closed circle, again
And the sky falls on heads of birches.
Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007
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