Call me Jester, juggling those words
those ones that are impossible
to write down
being more of a clown
just to mask another day
while living such a tormented way.
Yes, I wrote that line
a poem is not always going to be designed
to lift some spirits off the ground
because truth be known
none of us can fly, yet.
I’m signing off now for this day
perhaps tomorrow my juggling act
won’t be on display.. Sincerely, Jester 🙂
