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Sad Clown
Today things seemed different,
As I walked through the Park
A strange sight reached my eyes,
I saw a clown on a bench
He was crying
Sitting quietly on the park bench
Face Paint ruined by glove-covered hands
Tears coursed openly across his red rubber nose,
Down to his mud soaked oversized shoes
I took a seat next to him,
And asked him the cause of his unhappiness
He said he had no where to go
He said his life would end soon
I laughed
It wasn't funny
But consider the irony
A sad clown?
I laughed
He said it wasn't a joke
"Help me," he pleaded
And what was my reply?
"Help yourself"
After all he was a clown
He was there to make us laugh
He couldn't do that anymore
Maybe it was time to say good-bye
The clown said good-bye to us all
He left this cruel world
Next time maybe I won't laugh