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Life is a Circus
by Jane Lang

Bring in the clowns
their happy, smiling
faces, their antics and
I will blend in, become lost
in my mask — the happy
face of yesterday without
the heartaches of today

Bring in the clowns
my breaking heart cannot
be seen, nor the errant tear
in the corner of my eye, it
glistens, shines, repeats
the mantra, "You, woman
in the mask …"

Bring in the clowns
cheer up the afflicted
laugh at pratfalls, rubber
bats and realize all my
joy has been hidden,
not to be found again…ever
in my white plastic face


 

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