The foibles of being someone else.

The foibles of being someone else.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Behind the facade
of entertainment,
a painted mask;
see the show,
the clown performs
his funny antics until....

still undercover,
absorbed in character,
he could not remove his face,
the sadness seeped through.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 5, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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