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One Last Tear

The saddest tears to me are from the eyes of a clown.
What does he have to cry about? When his job 
Is to bring many happiness. I always hated my job.
Kids and balloons and cake that breaks me out.
Parents lying to like me only for my clown services.
My life is linked to popped balloons.

I cried and got fired all in one day at a kid’s birthday party.
Black tears from my eye liner drip on a white paste cheek.
Followed by a red nose that honked if you squeezed it hard enough.
An orange curly haired wig that covered such a tragic mind.
A poke- a -dot costume that covered a broken heart.
Who sees a clown’s pain, When it’s covered in laughter.

I’ve always wondered when I would have my last laugh
With this job. But today all I noticed is my last tear.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 2/7/2019 3:11:00 AM
- Patrick, congratulations on your great winning poem ... writing about tears is a sensitive theme :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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