Poem -

In a circus I live

In a circus I live

I swear I am done 
I pack up my things, run forest run 

Them and their childish game 
Things will always be the same 

In a circus I live 
The elephants take up the room to forgive 

The clowns put on a constant show 
Can tines hand out the multi coloured snow 

Gymnastics, float on strings 
As if they are perfect, they have wings 

Fortune tellers, tell a bunch of lies 
Monkeys, go insane with no alibis

It is time for a break 
Entering the  circus was my biggest mistake 

Time to turn the page, the end 
For in a circus, there is no true friend

I give more than just an act, I love from my heart

Keep on wishing, that the rest of the population would start

Thinking with their minds or loving with their heart

I see now, it will never happen, it's a loss cause from the start

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Hi Melissa,

Excellent verse on circus life, thanks for sharing, my applause, my love, my vote

In a circus I live 
The elephants take up the room to forgive 

The clowns put on a constant show 
Can tines hand out the multi coloured snow 

Gymnastics, float on strings 
As if they are perfect, they have wings 

Fortune tellers, tell a bunch of lies 
Monkeys, go insane with no alibis

It is time for a break 
Entering the  circus was my biggest mistake 

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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