S Clown Time Is Over

Clown Time is Over

Greasepaint wiped from funeral brow
Furrows reveal the thought within
I don't believe I'm funny now
The crowd no longer taken in

Too long I've sweated in this ring
Producing squeals for boyish larks
Alas I'm feeling older now
Once in the lights, I feel the dark

A clown must smile from deep within
But all attending see me pace
No laddish smirks, no natural grin
No laughter written on my face

Joyless performances abound
I've reached that time of every clown
My muse he will not dance again
And I must put the greasepaint down

Face painted sad: a false tear falls
A true reflection of within
My hooter fails to raise a cheer
stood stage side body languishing

Lines and furrows fill my thoughts
The sad old clown who couldn't smile
I take the top hat from my head
I must just sit and think awhile