Tears of a clown

 

When the sound poured down

from the stage, like the tears on my face,

tears of a clown, I felt you around.

Happy sadness, joyful sorrow,

I cry for yesterday and smile for tomorrow.

 

You can read the tracks of my tears,

on my face, they trail from mournful eyes.

To my smile, memorialised in the lines.

Blessed distress, I feel happiness,

for all of the moments shared 

there is only thankfulness.

 

Every bassline, each drumbeat, every note

every vocal that floats,

make me think of childhood days.

You would put a record on the turntable,

Marvin Gaye,

Temptations, The Impressions

Smokey, any of the Motown sensations.

And you would sing (We would groan)

but in truth the music made us feel at home

 

Tears of a clown,

when I hear it, I can't feel down.

The tears on my face, are memories to treasure,

happy rivers, not bearers of bad weather.

Not filled with displeasure

because they remind of the days

we were all together.

 

Thank you for reading

Peace, Love and Poetry

Kyle.