The saddest man I've ever found
Is probably the circus clown
Who wanders round from town to town
Seeking praise and world renown.

Acting playful happiness
Giving crowds an hour of bliss
Pretending nothing is amiss
Blowing kids a goofy​ kiss.

But when the crowds have ceased to shout
His inward-self starts coming out
He wonders what he's all about
Giving space to long held doubt.

Once alone there's naught remains
No joyful kids or family pain
No loving wife who helps sustain
Just fellow travelers on the train.

Gypsy wandering drags him down
Another night, another town
A stable life turned upside-down
His painted smile hides a frown.