"Oh... to be a Clown"

Poem about a Clown

I WANT TO BE A CLOWN… JUST THE HAPPIEST CLOWN.

YOU SEE WHERE I COME FROM…I CALL IT “HAPPY TOWN.”

TO SEE THE CHILDREN’S FACES, TO SEE ALL THOSE WITH SMILES,

THAT WOULD MAKE ME HAPPY, AS I RUN OUT THROUGH THE AISLES.

MY HOME IS IN THE BIG TOP, THE SONGS COME FROM THE BAND…

I WOULD LAUGH AND NEVER STOP, MY LIFE WOULD BE SO GRAND.

But ALAS THE TIME HAS SLIPPED AWAY, I’M SO MUCH OLDER NOW.

BUT THE CLOWN IN ME I’LL ALWAYS BE…

SOMEWAY… SOMEWHERE… SOMEHOW.

Author's Note

Just a short poem I wrote years ago. Found it going through some old boxes.
Enjoy!
Story

Reviews

[Lyndy]

I like this poem, it's well written! ^^

[Story]

Most kind of you, Lyndy. Sometimes the simplest of approaches can have a nice effect on one.
I believe that I would, if I had to choose, rather read fine poetry than attempt to write such.
I will be perusing some of your work and will send you a review soon.
Thank you again... - Story