Sunday, March 11, 2007

March 11, 2007


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Funny but when I pulled this Mandala up today I could feel the face of a sad clown.


Isn't it rich,
Aren't we a pair
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air
Send in the clowns
Isn't it bliss,
Don't you approve
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns

Just when i stopped opening doors
Finally knowing the one that i wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines - no one is there

Don't you love farce,
My fault i fear
I thought that you'd want what i want,
Sorry my dear
But where are the clowns
There ought to be clowns
Quick send in the clowns

What a surprise,
Who could foresee?
I've come to feel about you what you felt about me
Why only now when i see that you've drifted away
What a surprise, what a cliché

Isn't it rich, isn't it queer
Losing my timing this late in my career
And where are the clowns
Quick send in the clowns
Don't bother they're here.

3:56 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is a reminder for me to not to forget to play. Thanks for sharing.

5:39 PM  

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