All the children laughed at the clown,
But I knew someone who made everyone laugh knew more of life ,
than a joke could summarize.
And then I looked deep into the clown’s eye,
And there was a picture of such might,
Beneath all the mirth was so much pain in rewind,
People gone, people left, all the scars left,
And all they left was a joke.
And yet the clown paints his face
And that inner world gets lost in the maze.
And the children laugh.And the pain subsides.