The Clown
A sad sweet look upon his face
Captured there in time and space
Enigma there with fun and tears
Held so simply through the years
Children smile and see the fun
Always shining like the sun
But pathos shows within the eyes
Adults feel the heartfelt sighs
So look more deeply then you’ll see
The torment that is meant to be
Within the painted broken smile
As he treads each lonely mile
Phil Sanders
19/10/07
Deborah Fuller
why are clowns so sad?
Antoine Dagobert
it so true Phil!Beautiful words!
Sharon Perrett
So sad Phil, this one tugs at the heart strings…..
Margot Kiesskalt
Your poetry is surely read with adoring sighs from continent to continent. A very expressive (if doleful) piece. (I’m going to crack open a bottle of white.)
dreadfulbride
Tragic
Jen Whyte
That’s brilliant
loramae
Clowns…I love them, collect them and understand them…I see you do too…good eye!