Poem for Today : 'The Old Clown Goes'

The Old Clown Goes

Now the smell of the sawdust has gone,

and the laughter from the crowds;

the greasepaint is on the shelf,

and the old clothe all in shrouds.

No more will he make you laugh,

no more will he make you sigh,

for the smile that once made you happy

was destined too soon to die.

© 1963 : Colin Gordon-Farleigh