The Sad Clown
The child has grown
To conquer the crown.
But made himself a clown
By selling the soul's burn.
As he is alone
He became down
And feels to yawn,
Though love to move on.
Waiting for a dawn
He weeps and mourn.
The Sad Clown
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Rhymer commented on The Sad Clown
06-02-2010
- Nice poem, as children I think we all grow to conquer the crown, then reality of adulthood sets in. My take on your excellent write. 10 from me.
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06/02/2010
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