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Send in the Clowns
The measure of success is not whether you have a
tough problem to deal with, but whether it's the same
problem you had last year. ~
John Foster Dulles
You may not copy or use this poem in any form with out written permission from Ginger.
I no longer want to be at the circus,
All the wondering around has hurt us
It's like inside a booth is my heart
You stand outside and throw the darts
Are all your feelings in the passing carts?
As all the magic just poof! disappeared
It got harder harder for you to hear
Which left us both in sadness and tears
Life for us has been like being at that fair
Running from ride to ride going absolutely no where
I got so wore out playing truth or dare
I love you truly my child, I really care
Isn't it time to learn to share?
Ohhhhhhh my gosh aren't we a pair?????
All my want-a-be's are all gone
I was spinning and waving way to long
I am looking now for a different song
Perhaps the day will come
With a relief and sighhhh
That the clown masks will come off,
You'll no longer hide
Like the flame-thrower my heart was in a blaze
Now it's been pierced enough; it's in a daze
I can't change my truths for you, or my ways
As we rode round and round on the fairies wheels
It was spinning so fast who could feel?
My hands being cuffed on the roller coaster ride
It was going so quickly, I almost died
We walked in and out the side show tents
I fell in traps my heart had dents
My soul will never be for rent
Like the clowns, I saw such a tease
Nothing I did would please
Was looking for the wrong key?
I asked myself "what does she see"
As I watched the acts in the 3 rings
I felt and thought of many things
I didn't know which ring was real
No wonder it was so hard to heal
Lyons and tigers and bears
You were always saying life was unfair
Remember me touching your hair?
You didn't know my love nor how much I cared
You didn't take time to learn
You were in a constant crash and burn
You weren't ready nor want to learn
Like all the animals in their cage
You'd come at me with hidden rage
For things I didn't do, what a haze
I wanted to be on a different page
Did I want to have fun and play?
Yes I did, but in a healthy way
Stand still; softly listen to what I say
My feet standing on shaky stilts
My soul was thrown in and out of kilts
It is there that my soul did wilt
As we walked down the mid-way
You seemly always strayed
Pulling my hair straight and frayed
I didn't have power to make you stay.
I am sorry your life is so sad
You may never know what we had
If we did I'm not sure we'd be glad
Like the carnies who know how to con
Only another con knows whats going on
When one is treated and the other not
Oh my oh my what a mess we got
Like the Hurdy-Gurdy-Man
With a monkey holding out his hand
Money and things were his biggest fan
There is more to life than a one-man band
As we walked through the house of mirror's
I saw many distortions followed by fears
Those hurt me bad, they curled my ears
Maturity comes by listening to peers
Me, on the flying trapeze soaring with ease
I felt you blinded, you couldn't see ME
There were two of us, you and (ME)
If I was to catch you, you had to let go
Letting your feelings and truths flow
How could I catch you if you won't stand still?
There is no thrill in a battle of wills
There I was ready to catch, and protect
Standing there waiting made me a wreck
I finally said "oh gezz what the heck"
See the fish swimming in the bowl?
It takes one dime, one risk to throw
That's how my heart will truly mold
When life and honesty settles down
On the spiral of the spinning merry-go round
Perhaps we'll stand toe to toe on solid ground
Then maybe we'll have something sound
No more can there be any clowns
With their faces all painted with frowns
The big big walls must first come down
Perhaps then we'll love and be bound
All the life long fanaticizes are gone
Watching us walk on the high wire
I look below; I see nothing but fire
No net to catch me when I went higher
I finally got off and climbed down the latter
Looking down I saw a living hell
It shook me so hard I almost fell
Walking with me you'll find things to unravel
Like walking the road of less traveled
We can't play the word game of scrabble.
When the circus has come to and end
Does it really matter who wins?
Does it matter who has the greatest sins?
Win or loose what have we gained
In the end it was too much of a strain
I'm coming in from the poring rain
Tell me daughter who's behind that face
I didn't want to be in a win and loose race
I have given up the insanity chase.
Its time to come home from the circus
There is nothing left, it's just not worth it
I will Always love you Tina. I will be here when it is time:)
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