Tears of a Clown

That happy face, you hid the tears you cry in our miss. Thru the white makeup
a sadness is covered up. With every pie you get hit with, it is the slap of life's poor hand you have been given to deal with.

That happy white face, is smiling to hide the bruise that covers your eyes.
You run around on your pite size bike. Slipping on the banana pills and making all the children laugh. Yet unknowing to the their little happy lives the falls you are taken sends a shooting pain thru your body and soul.  

That happy face, the over head lights turn off. The show is over for the little children, but yours has just began. You pray to God, and hopes he falls asleep when he comes home from the tavern. but the pray was short lived.

That happy face, you cried for the first time in many years.
Red lights are flashing and the crowd was gathering around to see the man in black sutes roll out the body bag . You came out in silver cuffs and turned to the crowd they were not laughing now, but they see for the first time the tears of a clown.