John Fall, The Clown</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=50.htm>John Fall</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>The Clown</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>He was a clown in all that he did<br>and lived life constantly on the skid<br>Practical jokes and other tomfoolery<br>were part of his trade - his glittering jewellery<br>to distract himself from all that matters<br>for his inner life was a mass of tatters.<br>I saw all this with great acuity<br>Saw through his banter and ambiguity<br>Saw through the mask he wore with insistence<br>to hide his lonely and miserable existence.<br>He needed someone to hold his hand<br>to give him the courage to take a stand<br>to discover the value that lay beneath<br>so that, with inner happiness, he could bequeath<br>his true self to those he most dearly loved<br>And so, in loving, be himself loved.<br>But at the time I did not do it,<br>The time has passed, and now I rue it.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>