On Their Days Of Lament - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

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
lurking at every door of

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 19, 2010

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