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)