Crowd's Clown

Walking amidst the crowd
It often comes to my mind,
All my pathetic falls -
Were they even worth, just to see you smile?

Jester, zany, wag or clown,
the only names I ever got around.
Painting on the smiles and narrowly frowns,
Yes my dear, this cloak is my crown.

Now I stand abstracted from the land,
Still lingering for one last longing glance.
Turning off the lights laughs aren't too aloud,
Guess my toil's wrapped up-
Thank heavens, hoaxing smiles felt like shroud.
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