Tatters
Defeated now frowned, he seeks the sound of laughter.
Head hung down, blue eyes search for the sound he is after.
False Expressions of joy choose to paint his face.
Shoes 4 sizes too big, clothes of cotton and lace.
A Towering striped tent, of spent seats and empty rows.
Smells of cotton candy and peanuts once peppered your nose.
A shadow remains of the ring once entertained.
By accident acts of performers and beasts they had trained.
Endlessly Juggling sorrow, happiness starts to shatter.
Leaving this struggling clown alone and in tatters.
Copyright © Frank Bolek | Year Posted 2023
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