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.
