The Day The Clown Cried.

The day the clown cried.
It wasn't hurt pride
Or having been lied
To, or shunned aside
From stardom worldwide.
It wasn't his bride,
Pretty and wide eyed
Who failed to confide
In him, love denied.
Nor was it the slide,
Stood, unused, outside
With swings alongside.
It was that he tried
To see the upside
Of a world deprived
Of joy he'd provide
When he would decide
The day the clown died.