I Wander As A Clown Poem by Phil Soar

I sometimes wander
lonely as a clown
with make up running down the face
merging into waves of red, white and blue
smudging the lines of age
covering the laugh lines
spoiling the lives of those who count on my joviality
but rendering me useless

At times I wander lonely
with nothing to be happy about
but knowing I will soon put on that face again
and smile
although in make belief
and for those who need me
I am happy