The Harlequin

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.