An old clown executes a poor spiral dance
Stares at the empty theatre, in despair
Recalls the times the crowd sang along, in dignity
It pains him to dance on this dusty stage
His heart sad as its highest peak
These days folding as he grows shorter
And the lights fade away
These old memories turned to ashes
Once a friendly folk, not an old bloke
Let him advance past those tears and the the stint of pain
