On my way I saw a tear
On the barren road so clear
A little ahead there were more
Sorrowful like the one before
Intrigued I was to know whose wail
Had left behind a teary trail
I followed the tears to where they led
With the sunny sun shining overhead
The weather was cheerful bright and gay
Who could be crying on such a beautiful day?
Maybe a mother who has lost her boy
Maybe a girl who has lost her toy
Maybe a bird whose wings are cut
Maybe a man whose heart was hurt
So many thoughts popped in my head
To an alley as I was led
There I saw sitting all alone
The man we call ‘The Funny Bone’
His crying I saw had just no ends
His head was down hid in his hands
I stood there confused thinking what to do
I never knew clowns dropped tears too
Then suddenly my mind did click
Surely it was just another trick

Wonderful poem!
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Is it finished?
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Awesomely written
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This is amazing.
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And that is the experience of life. Wonderful poem!
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Awesome! What a lovely thought has inspired you to pen such a thing. Read it a few times and admired each time. You are a great observer.
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I admire your ability to rhyme so beautifully…rhyming couplets if I’m correct!
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This really moved me – wonderful writing Frank
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Wow…….how life forces you to put up a facade
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True. Thanks.
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Reminds me of Robin Williams. Chris Farley. Phil Hartman. Clowns. Men. Doubting a man’s tears because he smiles and laughs or speaks the truth of his sadness or abuse perpetuates the belief that silence is preferable to truths.
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True. But this one’s for all of us who put on happy faces for others despite the immense pain inside.
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So, written for the clown? The crying smoker?
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The crying clown.
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That’s was awesome!
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Thank you, Deepika.
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I can’t get Pennywise out of my head and he’s ruining this for me. Everyone gets sad, they just don’t post it on Facebook. Well done.
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Reblogged this on Thoughts, Musings, and Stuff and commented:
Beautiful and bittersweet.
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