Behind The Painted Mask

On the corner
Next to the Big Top
Stands a clown,
His face is painted
With a smile,
His eyes may sparkle,
But who is he really?
Is the smile true
Or just a painted illusion?
Why is he here
On the road with the circus?
What of his family
Does he ever see his loved ones?
Was he a happy child
Is he happy now?
Why does he stand here
Handing out balloons
Making children laugh?
Is this his life joy?
We shall never know
For we shall never see,
The man behind the painted mask