Tatters

He swapped his suit for a costume Never sure if he traded up or down In either attire did heaviness loom Pre make up and nose a sad clown Feeling like a fraud with a tie In his brief case, anyways Dressing the part, living a lie His masquerade's end of days Hidden by ruffles or this and that He wonders if happy is a myth Maybe now he won't be laughed at And can pretend they laugh with Made a change with nothing to lose It seems it no longer matters A fitting name before his big red shoes He's always been in tatters Turn that frown upside down And look at the sad clown January 4, 2023 Tatters Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose