The Clawn Poem by Pietro Grossi

An endearing person must be there
Under that huge make-up
Gesticulating nonstop
Sometimes looking straight on
Sometimes nowhere.

As ones make the children laugh
Someone else the men
Others half and half:
Making laugh everybody
That means Art!

Strange shoes, half a ski size,
Cilinder hat, a large smiling mouth,
Can turn at once expression,
First joyful, then cries, then shouts.
Finally showing all his craft..
Back to enormous laugh.

Often, this funny man
Who's the picture of joy,
Keeps hidden inside
A very lonly and coy.

When the make-up disappear
You could discover
A new different man...
The smile is over.

At his wandering life,
At his surrounding emptiness
He puts in front his mask
To fight a bit his loneliness.

What a difficult job
To simulate everytime,
To keep a smiling face
When heart is crying.

As the show must go on,
Can't let himself down.
He must keep people laughing..he's:
The Clown! !