Clowns short poem

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Why do the clowns
Have to die?
They take their lives,
Please tell me why.

His world is always happy,
He is not like you and I.
A clown is always funny,
He never gets to cry.

He hides in darkness
When he sheds a tear.
For he is a clown and
Can never show his fear.

Poet’s Note
When Robin Williams took his life I thought of all the other comics that took their lives.  How could this be, they were funny people.

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Randall Smith

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Not from anywhere but from everywhere Germany, Korea, Viet Nam, USA, Army Veteran, Germany 1966-1968, Viet Nam 1968-1969. Two kids and bunch of grandkids. Enjoy my Roses, fishing and card playing. I may not write for several months and then I can not stop for several weeks. I have notebooks with 4 or 5 lines only, waiting for me to return.
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Your poem picks up on laughter—sometimes it is the only way of coping with inner darkness.


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