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A Clown's Tears
So few will ever see
A clown’s sorrowful tears
His hopes, his dreams, his fears
Hidden so expertly
Can it ever be known
A clown’s most cherished thoughts
His soul, tangled in knots
To us is never shown
He lives but to perform
He seeks that center stage
The actor’s gilded cage
He covets as the norm
It’s heavenly to him
To make the people smile
And laugh for but a while
For life is awfully grim
May God bless every clown
Who brings a bit of mirth
Who lights this darkened Earth
In ways small but profound
Huzzah! Now let us cheer
The jesters now and past
Who place their feelings last
Who hide from us their tears
Copyright ©
Stephen Tefft
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