clown

I'm a boy of twenty,
my mom said "grow big and earn plenty"
she wants me to do office jobs, down
but I chose to follow my dad to be a clown.
I wanted to work where he worked,
live the way he lived.
I don't know why but I feel that's right.
when I fall,
I hear applauds inside the hall.
when I'm in pain,
their claps I gain.
I heard a voice among the crowd scream,
my son you were my dream.
she said this and closed her eyes.
I ran to her to tell her I'm sorry,
you have nothing to worry.
but she gave up her life.
I wanted to cry but I kept my smile.
I'm next on stage, I need to act.
making them happy is my job,
you just need to hold your cries a bit
and I'll do it,
because I'm a clown.