The clown stands in the sun, <br />The crowd amuses in turn, <br />His makeup begins to run, <br />Is it the heat, is he crying? <br />None can discern. <br /> <br />Yet he smiles <br />And balances on the ball, <br />Swaying to and fro, <br />The crowd is afraid he is going to fall <br />And through his smile <br />Can see his woe. <br /> <br />But still they wear the pretend-smiles <br />Because their children cannot see <br />Anything but his tricks and wiles <br />And how happy one can be. <br /> <br />They just stand there and clap <br />While their children in blissful uproar, <br />They realise they're living for their children <br />And not themselves anymore.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/society-the-crying-clown/
