The Clown

Sometimes poets tell a story Sometimes they leave you guessing The writing is cathartic Like slowly melting snow.. de-stressing Look closer and you'll find a muse The Irish poets used them Or maybe just artistic views From paupers shoes to diadem Who knows where inspiration can be found From bland to fleeting moment Where grubby urchin can be crowned The pauper turning solvent Life's circus has it's highs and lows Sometimes up, then down We want heroic. Lion tamer.. But ending up being clown A poet's lot is heartache A poet's lot is joy We pour out hearts so wordy; Grammatically deploy A cavalcade of inner love A waterfall of pain It's time to stop, I know it is but This circus rides again