Saturday, February 12, 2011

Clowns Change Meaning














A jester jumping in my mind...
Such silliness--this brain clown,
This master of Jokes--
Yet I still feel so down.
No laughter; just reflection.
I cry for my past.
Why, when things should,
They still just don't last?
Is not a promise a promise-
A vow still a vow?
Commitment and Loyalty-
Do not we know how?
I am broken, and shattered.
Jesters just tease.
The young girl I once was
Is now down on her knees.
Begging, and prideless.
So beyond feeling proud.
I humble myself to this new Jester Crowd
Of youth and bright futures
And hope with no fear.
I have been there before
But now I am here.
Locked in Adulthood.
So grown up, that is me--
Though the questions still come
And still, I am not free.
Clowns, they still dance and
Humor surrounds me, but
Forever Mature Status
Continues to bound me.
Humility inflicted, and
With wisdom in tow,
I will comfort The Young.
I will whisper: I know....
(to all those who grew up when their backs were turned)

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