I am a clown. It is my time to go on a stage,
But I forgot all words I supposed to say.
May be it happened because of my age,
But… the show must go on anyway.
So, I will go, I don’t have a choice,
Even, if I will die on a stage.
One more time all of you will hear my voice.
I will show you old tricks, standing at the edge.
And later, all exhausted, I will see myself
In the mirror, with a face, white as snow.
I will put my wig on the “memory shelf”.
Today was my best and the very last show.
I am a clown...
© Copyright: Аркадий Шляпинтох, 2010
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