Tatters
Tatters the clown had brought joy to so many;
But of intense personal joys, he had not any.
Hard luck trailed him, as it sometimes will do,
As dark clouds chase the sun, in skies of blue.
He faced various losses, that made him weep,
Deaths and monetary, by getting in too deep!
Children laughed gaily, to see Tatters coming,
As blooms in silver moonlight, most becoming!
After the joy of his giving, he's left this world,
And now brings smiles to heaven, white pearls.
His luck has since changed, he is happy at last,
In the way one is, after smiles have amassed.
Written on 1/5/2023
For: TATTERS Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Copyright © Evelyn Judy Buehler | Year Posted 2023
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