The ClownA Poem by HebeThe clown, amidst the crowd, That's me, Red nose, Soaked tissues, a soggy mass next to me. Painted white circles, around my eyes, Ghosts from the past, I see them, Big Frizzy Afro hair Must have been my finger stuck in some electric outlet, I needed the jolt, that's how I got the frizz Baggy pants with patches, Scars that are sewn into my fabric, Deep pockets for carrying my big bag of magic Shattered illusions Shoes with curled up toes Accumulated miles of nothing, Stepping on toes, my clumsy feet, bumping into walls The best part of all..... Those big red lips, painted from ear to ear Frozen in a forever smile The show must go on Isn't that what they say...... © 2016 HebeReviews
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20 Reviews Added on October 13, 2016 Last Updated on October 13, 2016 AuthorHebeNJAboutMy passion is dancing Argentine Tango. It takes a minute to fall in love with it and a lifetime to master it. It is elusive & addictive. It is obsessive & blissful. It can take you through a rainb.. more..Writing
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