August 12th, 2014

• 8/12/14 11:48 pm
• Who makes the clown laugh when he is down?
  When he’s depressed, who is there around?
  He spends all his time cheering up others
  Mothers, Fathers, Sisters and Brothers
  He puts on a front, he puts on a show
  But deep down inside, his own being is low
  He’s depended by people to brighten their lives
  Yet his own existence is full of trouble and strife
  He’s called upon by others when they have worries
  He humours them with jokes, actions and stories
  But when he’s alone, he starts to feel sad
  Isolation and loneliness makes him go mad
  His audience has gone, no one for a banter
  The repertoire of jokes he tells at a canter
  They’re no longer needed, there’s no one to tell
  He cries for attention, he’s going through hell
  When needing a lift, favours are not returned
  He calls for help but his pleas are spurned
  Sitting alone, he longs for true company
  The chatter of voices, the sound of a symphony
  He can’t raise himself, his efforts are wasted
  So he sits and cries for the joy he once tasted
  Who makes the clown laugh when he is low?
  That is the question, for I do not know.
  by John W Austin
  
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