On Their Days Of Lament Poem by RIC BASTASA
On Their Days Of Lament
the lady with a black veil
is asking: how could you send the clowns
for us to laugh
when we are still mourning?
and the clown was there quick with
an answer: a big smile as big as the half moon
an acrobatic skill like a boneless earthworm
why should sorrow be overwhelming
when happiness is there
aplenty
lurking at every door of
thought?
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