Purple Broken Shoe

saw them..
in their bright colours..
and gaudy painted faces..
pretending to be happy,
yet I know they are sad..
and I saved them from
their fate,
People dont like them,
because they are clowns
and have been painted
bad,
I don't believe that...
I've cleaned them,
and made them happy,
seeing beyond mouths
they mimicked..
behind the tearful eye,
we're all clowns at
some point..we
stumble..and others laugh..
for their own purpose.
by chance or mistake..
clothes we layer..
all the smiles we fake..
Be the one with open hands
and open hearts ..
in this - Lifes circus