THE JESTER

 

The jester performs in a world full of tears,

His chuckle, an attempt to allay all our fears.

His joyful tones, sweet music to our ears,

His mission, to help those who need it so dear.

 

But what of the end of the long lonely road,

His whimsical smile, no-one left now to goad.

When the laughter runs out and the jester runs dry,

As realisation sets in and he can do nought but cry.

 

After all he has done, what a way to go down,

With nothing to show but a sad lonely frown.

He begs the question, was it all worth the while,

Such a tenuous price just to make you all smile.

 

Did it help you along on your sad weary way,

Please tell me, why have you nothing to say?

 

A silent goodbye, is his only reply.

 

Dartherino

Sept 2009