THE HARLEQUIN
By: Conz6th
They called him the harlequin
Many thought he didn’t know how to frown
His life was full of jokes, antics and funny acts
When he did those old tricks in a circus
Everyone can’t help but laughed and be amused
He always wore that flawless smile
Lived a seemingly perfect life
But no one in the world had the tinge of idea
That he was a man with a happy face
But with a burdened soul
The curving of his mouth, he never faked
As much as real when he cried at the backstage
Oh Yes! Believe it or not, he shed tears
And no one was there to comfort him
He seemed to be fine, all because of his grin
Ironically, he then forgot how to smile
Funny how a clown failed to remember
A very simple reflex of laughing
Funny how it suddenly slipped in his mind
That all expected him to be the harlequin
After that festive mode inside the carnival
When all the laughs of mirth and delight
Have turned into an extremely loud silence
The clown then decided to go home
Inside that poor lighted box he thought he belonged
He was fated to make everybody happy
But was cursed to live life in contrast to what he does best
The only person who gave what he didn’t have
And who rarely got what he truly deserved
The master entertainer… he was the harlequin.

