The face behind the clown.

poem by: Christopher Russon
Written on Jun 15, 2016

Glittering eyes
Have turned to gaze
Your frequent humour 
Was just a masquerade. 

Funny man playing to the crowds 
Once never  lost for words 
As gone  away  like  passing clouds
Now one who is never heard.

Time moves on the  laughter gone
And someone else to tread the stage
All is lost but the show goes on 
Then fades away in a star like maze.

So as the story follows
Smile and never frown
And do not hide your sorrows 
Like the face behind the clown.

 

Tags: sad, metaphor,

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Q. Ramirez commented:
Christopher, this is a great poem. I like it, except the line "the moral of the story" - I would have put "So the story follows". Hope you can take the critique. Reminds me of an oldie "Tear of a Clown". Great poem.
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you so much a welcomed comment
Roxanne Dubarry commented:
"The tears of a clown when there is no one around." Smiling does indeed brightens up our days. Frowning only turns our lives upside down. So be as happpy as we can possibly be!
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank yo for your comment
louise bridges commented:
I can relate to this. it seems we are all in a masquerade hiding behind a mask of some kind. this poem has been a muse for a new poem. thankyou!
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you AIysha for your comment. Some of the funnyist people I have known Have turned out to be the saddest.
Maria Williams commented:
Sad poem, so true though.
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you so much for your comment Maria.

 

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