The Clown
There won't be any tear
on my face rolling down
As im 'The Famed '
And ever gleeful clown.....
My laughter is discern
But animated are those
Never true ,ever false
About what my heart compose....
Makeup alter emotions
Only seen are the blithe
I can be crestfallen
And i can't is just a myth .....
I giggle, chuckle and imitate
Making my own gag
Though im tired and exhausted
But have to feebly drag.....
I feel like to bawl
Standing amidst the crowd
But stamping on my covet
I have to laugh out loud......
Returning then to my world
Now tears i can roll down
This is my life ohh dear!!!
And that of every clown........
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