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Rated: E · Poetry · Drama · #2233070
The sadness of what we lose as adults, no matter how happy we may appear.
The Soul of a Clown


I smell the sweet liquor

And think jokingly of a laughing clown

Curled in the arms of his mother

While he lay, an infant

As he smiled, he was loving

He was wanting, he was warm

Full of instinct to be nurtured

Curiosity filled his mind

When crying he was handled

When sleeping was content

Always silently supervised

Fear was quickly forgotten

Random rage soothed lovingly

A hunger satiated by the nipple

Tasting of the flesh that bore him

His only want, Mother's milk

Risible in his innocence


But now he just smiles for money


                                                                     C Michael M
                                                                     June 10, 1995

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