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Click hereWhy does the clown smile
I hear him ask
To make us laugh I answer
For that is his task
Doesn't matter
that he's in pain
just so long
as he doesn't make it plain
We giggle and chuckle
Laugh and guffaw
ignoring his tears
as they bleed his eyes raw
Yet he continues
making mirth
for only in that
Does he find his worth
He disregards
his own scars
by making us
forget about ours
Cares and concerns
all washed away
by watching this clown
this master at play
Why he does it...
all the joy he will make
the kind you remember..
as each day you awake
Because although he's here today
and tomorrow may have traveled many miles
he knows the memories may make you happy
And that, my friend, is why he smiles.
For although the pain may be great
and the suffering long
with the heart of a clown
you will never go wrong.
but I heard something almost sinister, like someday he will...
Maybe I've seen too many movies and not enough circuses?
Kind of the opposite of that old song "tears of a clown"
You can't forever ignore your own needs, or one day you'll realize you're not who you thought.
Look for what makes you happy, you're the one that's in your head.