The Clowning Glory

A short figure
               With a brightly painted face
                 Wearing flambouant clothes
                struts into the circus ring
                waves his hats
                And lets out a cheery whoop
         The next second
                He has the spectators laughing
                as he trumbles over
                 when he is hit by a football
                 aimed at him by his friend
       Be it amusing the audience
              by their antics
                And comical imitation
             of other performers
            they are an internal
             and irrevocable part of Circus
         In the ring
           He has to maintain
             An air of witticism,cheerfulness
                all the time
             Regardless of his inner feelings
            If he always display
             A smile,
            doesn’t mean that
              he don’t know
           how to be sad
           aAnd how to cry
     Having a façade
       doesn’t mean
       that he is really
       Happy and numb
        For all the pain
       the world gives
  Because,
   One thing that sets him
   Apart from a stone…
    A heart….