God’s Clown

I am God’s clown, without renown.

When will hate go out the door, when will I take the floor?

Is my stuff only good when free,

what about poor penniless me?

God knows I don’t want much, only joy for all.

Like God, nobody knows I’m here at all.

Is it my fate to be ignored?

I hope at least I have not bored.

Don’t worry about me, at all, at all.

I sing the word, the word is all.

Tich Ennis

20th February, 2017

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