She’s from a world,
Of popcorn and candy
Pony rides for a dime,
Little children laughing
Everybody’s havin’,
Bundles of joy and fun
A fountain of water,
People dancin’ in the sun
I’m from a world,
Of disappointments and confusions
Where insults are hurled,
Our existence is lackin’ solutions
We’re two different people,
Who swiftly fell into each others arms
We’ll marry in a church with a steeple,
Where nobody can inflict upon us any harm
She’s from a world,
Of laughter and joy
Have the time of your life,
Like a child with a toy
I’m from a world.
Of misery and false hope
Your children are high on love,
Whilst ours are hooked on dope
I was the clown,
And she was the dancer
We both knew it wouldn’t work,
But we both took our chances
Know she has gone,
Moved onto another town
How I wish I could sing to her this song,
And turn our lives around
She was member of a circus performance,
Who’d unexpectedly come to perform
Face-paint, balloons, clowns and sweets too,
She stole my heart when she walked through

Comments
awsamy | July 11, 2011 - 20:20
aww this is a lovely poem :) i really like the concept
Highhat | July 12, 2011 - 11:45
Yes it's good. How did Pinda die so young? Sorry but it is a bit baffling. Was he very ill?
SundaysChild | July 12, 2011 - 13:36
Good poem.
Beeme | July 13, 2011 - 14:54
Agreed very good, as expected from Pinda's pen.
Beeme xx