Tatters
His sad heart broke into pieces,
Every time someone declared "no",
No one wished to marry a clown,
But they all enjoyed his joke show,
With sad eyes, he hid behind smiles,
Keeping his broken heart hidden,
For a clown is supposed to make
Them laugh, and tears are forbidden,
His life, he spent cheering up kids,
But he would have none of his own,
His feelings in tatters, he grinned
Outside, while he felt all alone,
Thus, he died of a shattered heart,
Closed his forlorn eyes forever,
Left behind a smiling bequest,
But true love he attained never.
3rd January 2023
"Tatters" contest
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Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2023
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