THE CLOWN

Thundering applause and frolicking hands,
clapping with might to the Clown's stance.
Whistling and jumping and laughing too aloud,
the people enjoy the Joker's stroll.
He hops and jumps and acts insane,
he juggles and smuggles and knocks the cane.

The troubled face beneath the mask,
works bemusedly on his task.
The earnest eyes in the painted face,
misty and weak,struggle to gaze.
Those poor eyes envisage love,
he doesn't find it,it isn't there.
Thundering applause and frolicking hands,
clapping with might to the Clown's stance.