More Than a Clown
I don't want to play anymore,
it's time to put away my mask.
Although people still need to laugh,
I'm no longer up to the task.
My act isn't all that funny,
I'm but a relic of the past.
And this performance in white-face
will undoubtedly be my last.
I find it hard to paint a smile
on top of a prominent frown.
And yet, in costume, I'm expected
to flip every frown upside-down.
It has been a long time coming,
but I need to rethink my dream.
And try my hand at something else,
less emotionally extreme.
When I stare into my mirror,
I want to see more than a clown.
So if I can't conjure a smile,
it will no longer bring me down.
(Quatrain)
2/14/2016
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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