The clown stands in the sun,
The crowd amuses in turn,
His makeup begins to run,
Is it the heat, is he crying?
None can discern.
Yet he smiles
And balances on the ball,
Swaying to and fro,
The crowd is afraid he is going to fall
And through his smile
Can see his woe.
But still they wear the pretend-smiles
Because their children cannot see
Anything but his tricks and wiles
And how happy one can be.
They just stand there and clap
While their children in blissful uproar,
They realise they're living for their children
And not themselves anymore.
K. Jared Hosein
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/society-the-crying-clown/
