Traveling Jester

Wed, 06/19/2013 - 19:39 -- Donne


United States
34° 3' 56.0268" N, 118° 18' 34.794" W

The gates open for a vagabond with a smile,
a clown with no home
who has lived all alone,
who never stays for a while.
His hopes and dreams as it seams
is to bring joy to the masses
to the multitude that passes
with his warm smile that gleams.
A shallow man? perhaps
but please reconsider
for the vagabond jester
tries only to bring laughter
for in his heart, a disaster
a man who fell for all the traps.
And this is the game he plays:
As a man so broken
he puts all his hope in
brightening up their tomorrows
to counteract the sorrows
eventuated by his yesterdays.
The lowly clown entertains
not wishing the pain to furthermore gain
another denizen’s soul or heart,
and after he’s done playing his part,
the vagabond jester bids to depart
to travel with his humble mission again


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