A Clown Who Cried In The Alley

~ Frank Solanki

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

Published by Frank Solanki

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29 thoughts on “A Clown Who Cried In The Alley”

  11. 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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