The jolly joker, baggy pants and scant
patches of outrageous hair ; smiles and gags
abound. But nobody knows! Nobody knows.
And still, he’ll strap on his suspenders,
Seltzer water at the ready and a steady
Stream of laughs and guffaws, canned
And recorded for such times.
For his mind is a million miles away,
And all the pain does is slash at his heart.
His plaid jacket held together by one large button
It does not hold him tightly as he wished
He could hold his young daughter.
His tragedy feeds his comedy,
His funny side is the mask that hides
the tears of the clown. Only one wish –
that he could take his helium balloons
and allow them to float him to his little girl.
Separation takes its toll on all concerned.
The clown cajoles and entertains,
But no one ever sees his pain.
And their laughter does not heal him.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik -2020