He lurks within the shadows
Looking on, gazing in the distance
Hoping, wishing, yearning, dreaming.
He stands beneath the sun
but no one scorns him
A red rubber ball attached to his nose
The joker he is
And everyone likes him
laughter, who can deny?
But no one loves him
love, who can buy?
She runs to him for advice
for a listening ear
for a massage on the back
for someone to wipe off her tear
Does she know
Does she care
But he retreats into the shadows
When she needs him, he will surface.
He will rise.
She dances into oblivion.
And he watches from the distance.
Ready to catch her if she falls.
But what if she falls into the arms of another?
What will he do?
