He lived the theatre motto, the show it must go on
But hid behind the made-up face, a life so very wrong
His uniform a badge, of his work that made him proud
All were brightly coloured, matched his booming voice so loud
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My favorite stanza: But come the end of Showtime, when everyone goes home The pain returns to torture him, he suffers all alone The tears they flow they burn and etch, the make-up hides a frown So no one knows, as no one sees, the tears of a clown 10++ for this Evocative poem!