The Death Of A Clown (Fr. Pee-Wee Herman,1952-2023) Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
The Death Of A Clown (Fr. Pee-Wee Herman,1952-2023)
With no direction, I had you to make me laugh
Eighteen and miserable, every Saturday was the goal
To watch yr misadventures
If only for a half an hour
Before reality set in and earn my bread
My paycheque at least carried me
For two weeks
I continue to watch until I finally went to Paris
You were gone when I got home
Now, you're somewhere in the clouds
And hope everyone from the playhouse
Will be there
The idea that Pee Wee represented that narrow bridge between innocence and harsh reality is an observation all too real. This goes to myfavourites.
Entertainers touch our lives in so many ways. A lovely tribute, LeeAnn.
As always, a beautifully moving tribute to an icon. The juxtaposition of laughter with sadness is absolutely stunning. The reader is moved to tears of sadness, yet, an optimistic joy settles in in knowing that the clown is in Heaven.
A wonderful tribute to esteemed Fr. Pee-Wee Herman. Well penned dear LeeAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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3/13/2026 9:41:43 PM # 1.0.0
Wonderful tribute......great presentation.....thank u.....