Tatters
I don't want to play childish games
no more, or don a funny mask.
And though people still need to laugh,
I'm no longer up to the task.
My act isn't as funny today,
I'm but a relic of the past.
And a smile painted on white-face
unfortunately, just doesn't last.
I find it hard to wear a smile
on top of reality's frown.
And yet, I'm paid to be happy,
and flip fallen frowns upside-down.
It's been a while since I've felt loved,
I need to dream another dream.
And pursue something a little
less emotionally extreme.
When people see my painted face,
they don't see me, only a clown.
And if they comment on my smile
lately, it tends to bring me down.
(Quatrain)
01/02/2023
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