THE CLOWN
Happy and cheerful
Joyous and fun
Brighter even then a midsummer sun
Mischief burns on the candle of goodness
The light, which lit many lives
The Clown, he juggled
Three, six, and nine balls
But the balls have long since fallen
The flame long since extinguished
And the sun long since set
And a pain left behind
Like none ever felt
Lurks deep inside
Where once was joy, now nothing
New joys come but the void ever grows
God went through his garden and saw a beautiful flower
And now God has his clown, to light his candle
Rise his sun
And entertain the heavens
The clown will be missed for ever and a day
We all grieve in our special way
Some take their baby steps and some take a leap
And some take a huge step and give birth
The Clown is remembered each day of our lives
A tear always appears no matter how hard we try
Alas "justice" was served and wrongs supposedly righted
But deep down inside the pain is still lurking
Nothing to do, nowhere to hide
But with you I talk, in you I confide
I give you my thanks and you heal my hurt
But sooner than later, we’ll all be in the dirt
I only pray that my loss won’t cause pain
And that I die right, and not in vain
