The Clowning Years Poem by Raj Arumugam

The Clowning Years



one year of clowning goes
and the clowns gather for another;
and so we clowns continue
breaking the year in manageable parts, in revelry
trying to kill time
till time kills the clowns;
and then, happily, new clowns gather
and time rubs its hands in glee

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