Clown Syndrome

November 25, 2012
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I have so little, but
need not that.
With nothing to smile about,
I smile.

As the world is against
me with its fire,
every hope diminished,
I hope.

Here my mother, the
saint from below,
loves me destroyed,
I love.

With my life in ruins
and my wits in half,
my laughter my elixir,
I’ll laugh and I’ll laugh.

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ajl245167 said...
Dec. 1, 2012 at 1:54 pm
Very well written. Resilience!
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