Tears of a Clown

In a world of jesters, one clown stood tall,

With a painted-on grin and a rubber nose small.

He danced in the spotlight, his antics absurd,

But beneath the facade, his true feelings stirred.

He juggled with troubles, tossed pies in the air,

Yet deep down inside, he bore quite a glare.

For life as a clown, it seemed so bizarre,

A bittersweet journey, a comical star.

With oversized shoes and a horn that would blare,

He'd slip on banana peels without a care.

The audience laughed, they clapped and they roared,

But inside, our clown felt increasingly floored.

He'd honk and he'd pratfall, tumble and twirl,

As confetti and custard pies swirled.

But as the show ended, and the tent was torn down,

He'd find himself wearing a tragic, sad frown.

For it's funny, you see, how life plays its game,

The world's greatest jester hides heartache and shame.

In the laughter and mirth, he'd lose himself deep,

As his tears, like a river, would silently weep.

So next time you see a clown, all merry and bright,

Remember the irony that lies in plain sight.

In the tears of a clown, there's a lesson profound,

The bittersweet symphony of smiles and sorrows, all around.

Clown's tips are near to be found :D