each day for nearly ten years in may
i walk by the same frame each day |
Each day for nearly ten years this May I walked by the same frame each day In this frame stood a face painted white A truly hideous thing when it caught your sight His nose was a bright red ball As he kept smiling from the wall A smile as vast as the deep sea Too much smile, even for me His hair is a sight for sure Longer than mine, an eye lure I never took a look or a glance Until one Tuesday, it happened by chance Suddenly the smile was gone, it just disappeared The happy clown that most had feared Had simply faded like the sun into the ground In a moment he just wasn’t around The weird part of this strange tale Is the image hadn’t gone stale I mean his face was burned in my mind That bitter sight that was one of kind I saw his ghostly face in a new shade And in my mind he had stayed For years I ignored that clown hanging there Yet the moment he leaves, is the moment I care How could this be real? How could this be true? How could something you never noticed affect you? The saddest part that I have left to say Is I never really got it until he went away… |