Call me Jester

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 🙂

Jester

burn baby burn

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