Aak, why must a cry come after laughter.
The Clown does shiver not in the winter,
Yet he is inclined to share not of his quivered heart,
only to give what is expected out of.
Sadly not all are clowns to our sorrow,
all we know that of a trail of love and laughter comes after living a life that lingers that once
held, given not taken, shaken nor stirred, please come tomorrow laugh, cry as Asimodo dies,
in that stage while he gives the performance once last cackle out of his 15 inch boot.