Clowns are forever creatures. That is they can live on in our memories, our hearts for a long, long time.
I remember this clown that I met…
One time long ago, I was very young and impressionable. It’s funny now that I think about it, I don’t mean that the clown was funny. No, no that’s not right either as it’s not that the clown wasn’t funny. The clown was just a clown darn it, a good clown and … now I forget what I was going to say, oh yes, what was funny was I couldn’t tell if the clown was a guy or a girl, you know, male or female. I mean you would think that to be a part of the human race you are either one or the other but not with clowns, at least not with this clown. But I don’t think it made any difference for this clown didn’t seem to care, this clown was all smiles and happy, full of life you know. At the same time, the very same time, this clown was sad too, really sad. You could take that smiley face of his, or hers, and just turn it upside down and the clown was the clown, the same clown only different. What am I saying, you must think I’m nuts or something. Well anyway, clowns are forever creatures and they can change your life-if you let them. Do you have a clown living with you, or maybe next door or even down the street. Surely there is a clown in the city that you live in, surely there is. I suggest that you go meet this clown. Tell him your sorry for the times you laughed at him not with him and the times when you should have laughed and did nothing at all. Tell him, why, tell him that you love him!
“Skelton and Marcel Marceau shared a long friendship and admiration of each other’s work. Marceau said, “Red, you are eternal for me and the millions of people you made laugh and cry. May God bless you forever, my great and precious companion. I will never forget that silent world we created together. “
JUDY COLLINS – Send In The Clowns http://youtu.be/KCE-Bijdvv0
Isn’t it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air..
Where are the clowns?
Isn’t it bliss?
Don’t you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can’t move…
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Just when I’d stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours.
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines…
No one is there.
Don’t you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you’d want what I want…
Sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns
Quick – Send in the clowns
Don’t bother, they’re here.
Isn’t it rich?
Isn’t it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career.
But where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns…
Well, maybe next year.
Clowns are forever creatures. They live on in our hearts and minds, can spark one’s imagination, add a twinkle to your eye, a lift for your spirit, a new chapter to your life’s book … a portal to your soul. Clowns are industrious, always ready to work, not stopping until the job is finished, until they have achieved their purpose and ministered to the crowd, the circus crowd, the street crowd, the individual one on one, the lonely one at the office, the quiet one staying at home. It’s true, clowns are forever creatures that you can know too. You can you know if you really want too, it’s not hard or scary. You don’t even have to go out the front door or leave your house at all, really, I’m not kidding. You should try it, I have, I did, I mean, I invite clowns in all the time now. Sometimes one at a time and sometimes in BUNCHES!Clowns are forever creatures, sometimes happy and sometimes sad but,
I have never, ever met a clown that was bad. I have never, ever met a clown that was bad. I have never, ever met a clown that was bad. Never!