The Circus is Back in Town

There we were pitching hope in the back of this haphazard tent.
There was no one around but the two of us partially spent
and out of the car came two hundred more clowns
and the circus is back in town.
And I'd already wasted a twenty on some peanuts,some pretzels and drinks
when I spotted that old fortune teller, she was fast asleep.
And the sign, it was drooping above her in purple and blue.
Almost insulting, so obvious telling us what we both new.
"This is the last chance to get at the truth, but it's gonna cost you".
And we'd each heard incredible stories of miraculous visions and dreams,
so we gathered up all our belongings, quietly.
And we started to make our way over 'cause we secretly wanted to see.
But the clown in the hot pink suspenders was giving a show.
He was juggling a dozen sharp knives, didn't want us to go.
And he made it quite clear through the cracks of his pancaked smile...
even clowns need attention once in awhile. So we gave him his due.
For a moment or two.
Wasn't much of a price just to touch one tiny life.
And nobody could've predicted the impact of one thankful tear,
not even the three legged triplets, who had disappeared.
And the tightrope below us got tighter and the net started slipping away.
There we were pitching hope in the back of this haphazard tent.
There was no one around but the two of us partially spent
and out of the blue came this beautiful clown and the circus is back in town.
© 2001 Nancy Magarill