all the troubadours
have left me 
standing alone, here
the crowd gathers
seeking more
entertainment
but none come forth
providing their appeasement
their gazes cast
centerstage
the joker
his past laid bare,
his last lair left
open to his peers
present none
who have walked
his years
yet all can seem
to forgive the fears
the last laugh
and all the cares
of a world
washed
of all its tears
 
 
 

01/17/2008

Posted on 01/28/2008
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