when your work is done <br />weep you clown <br />when your room is dark <br />weep you clown <br />like a child lost in a store <br />weep you clown for your lore <br />dropp the tears hot on the ground <br /> <br />and everything <br />and everyone <br />and every day <br />and every night <br />another try to finally find <br />the way to leave it all behind <br />the way to live it through <br />and every face <br />and every smile <br />and every mouth <br />and every eye <br />keep them laughing till they die <br />keep until they crack their sides <br />keep until they do <br /> <br />red lips red lips <br />red is your sleep <br />and the reddest smile in the world <br />burning against the snow white cheeks <br />only when the work is done <br />only when the room is dark <br />clown has a chance to weep<br /><br />Max Kuvaev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clown-8/
