Community Spirit, March 2018

Poem:
CLOSE ENCOUNTER WITH A
CLOWN
WHEN ONE DAY WE FADE AWAY
AND ALL OUR HAIR HAS TURNÉD GREY
QUITE TIGHTLY ON THE ROPE WE’LL SIT
IMAGINING WE ONCE WERE FIT
TO FROLIC IN THE AFTERNOONS,
TURN SOMERSAULTS BENEATH THE MOON
AND CONTEMPLATE WHEN ADULATION
SOUNDS, THE MARVELS OF CREATION
UPSIDEDOWN ON WIRES TAUT
BALANCING WHERE WE NEVER OUGHT
TO BE, BUT WHERE THE LIGHTS & NOISE
TREMBLE IN A MOCKING VOICE;
THERE WE WANT OUR YEARS TO RUN,
COUNTING TIME WHILE HAVING FUN
BALANCED IN THE AFTERNOON
AS AGE APPROACHES ALL TOO SOON . . .
Written by
Ray Foster