The Sad Clown

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The Sad Clown


The child has grown
To conquer the crown.
But made himself a clown
By selling the soul's burn.
As he is alone
He became down
And feels to yawn,
Though love to move on.
Waiting for a dawn
He weeps and mourn.

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Rhymer commented on The Sad Clown

06-02-2010

Nice poem, as children I think we all grow to conquer the crown, then reality of adulthood sets in. My take on your excellent write. 10 from me.

Hamnaz

06/02/2010

Oh really..thank u so much...as u r a Rhymer i feel u got the rhyme in my words..yes the poem[if it is worth to be called like that] was just the result of a fraction of thought,poorly written to some extend...

To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

Hamnaz’s Poems (15)

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Title Comments
Because you are my Mother. 4
LOVE FLOWER 2
Answer to My Silent Prayers. 4
The Sad Clown 1
Yellow Roses 1
Rossy Rose 0
Gorgeous Orange Flower 0
Red Rose 0
O Violet 0
Critique the Critic. 1
THE POETIC LANGUAGE 1
DEATH 0
WORDS LIKE SWORDS 1
SOLITUDE 0
TRUST 0