The Clown Poem by Marites C. Cayetano

He's the clown at the carnival
he's always lively
he's always happy
and with his little magics
he brings joy
to every children's heart.

He's the clown at the carnival
he's always smiling
but utters no word
jumping
dancing
tumbling
juggling
he does nothing
but give joy.

He's the clown at the carnival
but when twilight comes
no one can say.

He's the clown at the carnival
beside the cold cemented bed
of his beloved
his tears endlessly falling
from his eyes
no longer painted with colors.

He's the clown at the carnival
have you already seen his tears?