I am left alone but my house is my warm home full of fond memories left behind.

 

Walking Through Life: Huge Brown Shoes

 

I kick the sand with my huge brown shoes

Although inside I’m dying from feeling blue.

The children are all laughing at all my funny tricks

But this broken heart that’s crying laughter can never fix.

My suit is slowly fading my smile’s rubbing of my face

Soon I’ll be a memory of this awful place.

The tents will close by midnight and everyone has left

Again the pain has come because I’m by myself.

Tonight I’ll dream of castle and being loved by a king

Wearing a dress of golden sequins fit for a queen.

I’ll sleep on a bed made for royalty especially for me

And wrap my entire body in red satin sheets.

I’ll wake again to real life and start to try to live

In a world that for me is only make believe.

The tents will open up it’s door where I am quarantine

I have about an hour to practice my routine.

The ring master will call me out by my name

And I’ll be led into the tent by giant elephants.

My face will be colored to cover up my tears

I’ll yell out to the crowd although nobody hears.

Again……

I kick the sand with huge brown shoes

Although inside I’m dying from feeling blue.

The children start to laugh, the laughter fills the tent

To think this is where my life has slowly went.

The night is almost over, the fun is left behind

And the happiness I felt was only in my mind.

The tent that closed it’s doors is the place I call my home

And the laughter of the children now is gone.

I turn to the mirror and wipe away my life

And tonight I’ll transform again to a lost and lonely wife.

Tonight I’ll dream of palaces where royal people dwell

And with a magic potion on you I cast a spell.

My shoes are in a corner, my suit is on the floor

Goodnight my darling children it’s time to close the door.

 

By: Toni Love

 

 

 

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  • Kairos on Aug 11, 2009

    behind people’s happy faces dwell bitter memories and lives. Like a clown, we have to show off to make children happy.But at least it ease our loneliness.

  • ken bultman on Aug 11, 2009

    It’s a wonderful bedtime story for the children. Try to find an ending for yourself.

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