The bare face is reflected in a mirror What looks back at me Is the real image There are lines under the eyes, around the nose and curved creases around the mouth. Evidence of much experience Of pain, trials, tribulations and joy. The body is beginning to sag Against the baggy trousers. The braces are holding the clown up. The shirt patterns of the past Still promising beauty and colour. A sparkling hat enclosing the clowns mind, A protection for the shell, housing many thoughts. The base white is carefully covering the person, But with careful consideration to bring out a personality. The clown’s personage. The even stroke of the paint brush Wiping out the lines of experience. But producing a youthfulness, Clear, steady smiling lips, Creating an image of lightness, colour and fun. Who knows what lies behind the image? Only the Clown can know.
The bare face is reflected in a mirror
ReplyDeleteWhat looks back at me
Is the real image
There are lines under the eyes, around the nose
and curved creases around the mouth.
Evidence of much experience
Of pain, trials, tribulations and joy.
The body is beginning to sag
Against the baggy trousers.
The braces are holding the clown up.
The shirt patterns of the past
Still promising beauty and colour.
A sparkling hat enclosing the clowns mind,
A protection for the shell, housing many thoughts.
The base white is carefully covering the person,
But with careful consideration to bring out a personality.
The clown’s personage.
The even stroke of the paint brush
Wiping out the lines of experience.
But producing a youthfulness,
Clear, steady smiling lips,
Creating an image of lightness, colour and fun.
Who knows what lies behind the image?
Only the Clown can know.