The Silent Clown
by Sylvia Abraham

See the Clown
Not saying a word.
Not needed to be heard.
Why do they look so sad,
As if they want to cry?
Are they lonely inside?
I wonder, wonder why.
Do Clowns ever sigh, out loud?
Or are their sighs
Lost in the Crowd
Of people, who come to laugh
At the mime.
Would a Clown speak
Given time?
Would it break the magic spell,
The art
Of being a Clown
If but one word from his lips did depart.
Is there a happy Clown
Who will smile
And make me feel glad
For a while, to know
Not all of the Clowns are sad?