They look at me
Balloons in hand
Children all around me
Dancing, Prancing, jumping even some smiling
I pull a trick out under my sleeve and the goolings go wild
They yell "one more, one more"
Til the mothers and fathers pull their child's arms away
The kids grimace with distain
As if they were a moth that was shut off from the light
They were
Are
And forever will be
H a p p y.
Sincerely, the sad clown
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The Expressionists
PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
