The Clown Cried

By : Gus Victoria

The verse was one delivered by a master,

Improvised truth practiced to perfection

On a stage made home

That was never so,

He knew love and admiration,

He knew struggle and derision,

Dark shadows played

Wherever light was,

He was a clown

The world adored,

He lived and gave,

He struggled and he paid,

Ever the gentle soul,

We’d never know

The sadness within

That consumed,

That devoured

The noble man.

One day the sun rose

To never set,

The Clown cried,

But the laughter,

The joy, the memories,

They never died,

And we would never forget.