FACES OF CLOWNS'

  Disguises are worn, they hide a world of fear,

  Hidden with colors' of false smiles, or frozen frowns.

  We laugh and we dance, juggle our thoughts' and 

  Our world Is a cage, a circus of freaks' and 

  We challenge our own mortality, on a high wire, 
  We dance,

  Shot through a cannon to where we may land, 
  Life in hand.

  Faces of clowns', dressed In costumes, they seem 

  Acts put on for children, are they not the young that 
  Have tears.

  We dress In our own costumes, put on a face that 
  We choose,

  Is what appears' real, only a magicians' magic, a 
  Trick of sorts?

  Whatever expression we wear, whatever makeup 
  We're made of,

  Faces of clowns', we all live with faces of clowns'.

                                 Keith Garrett                                                        

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