The clown once said,
You can either cry tears of sadness or of joy
You can create or you can destroy,
From the tears that you have shed.
The clown then painted on his face,
And drew and colored it in his own unique style
Now he wore a smile,
Now all he could embrace.
As a lad he was taught how to judge,
And how to despise others
Because of their beliefs or of their fathers or mothers,
And how to hold a hateful grudge.
The clown's belief or race no one ever knew,
As he was always seen wearing his makeup
When seen everyone would just crack up,
No one had his view.
The clown said knowing of fate,
As he was juggling and amusing down the path
"It's better to teach someone to laugh,
Than to teach someone to hate".
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem