To Pennywise (from Stan)

An unhappy man

It doesn't take much

After all these years

For you to bring me to tears

You always know all of my fears

I can't face you, Pennywise

And there's no need for lies

It wouldn't take much

To make me lose all touch

Even after all these years

The thought of you brings me to tears

And I'd rather die, I fear 

And that wouldn't take much ...

Just one simple "touch"

Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2025

Author's Note

A salute to Stephen King's "It" and a character in it.