Tears of a Clown

I wonder do clowns shed tears

for every child that is in fear of them,

the look of terror in their eyes.

It is a shame that something that started as being jovial and amusing

could stoke such fears.

White mask, red lips, hair and nose

but as I continue to write this

I start to shudder

remembering when I saw

my first and last clown.

Categories: My thoughts, Poetry

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