The Jester Poem by Steve Howard

The king called for the jester,
and the jester was no fool.
He sensed there might be trouble,
for the summons seemed quite cool.
He was a little frightened,
his knees a little weak,
and he hung his head in silence,
as the king began to speak.
"Long have you been with me.
We have walked a happy mile.
But you no longer make me laugh,
you no longer make me smile.".
The jester said unto the king,
"Yes, we have walked a happy mile.
I know that you no longer laugh.
I know you do not smile.
Long have I been with you,
always bowed to your commands,
but in truth the choice to either laugh or cry,
has always been in your own hands."