Loneliness surrounded the boy No one really gave anything But all stole a bit from his joy He had no one to teach him No tools that he could employ To touch his mind now so grim So he sought to find happiness In serving with friendly deeds He did not expect tenderness But he reaped only enemies Then he tried to plant flowers Got mostly thistles and thorns He began to doubt his powers But he slowly grew his horns And without any real choice To figure out the puzzle of life He became each missing piece So as to end all pain and strife He became the sacred clown Last seen going to the horizon Jumping up and jumping down Saying he’d teach satisfaction To a world filled with strangers By first showing them their pain Then turning them into angels And he would make it rain again For he had the scorpion by the tail He had done it on their behalves To pierce through life’s feisty veil With thunderbolts of love in hands.

By Oz Em