In a world of many downs,
I laugh with the clowns.
At least they seem happy,
inside they may feel crappy.
Their joy is catching,
as I try down patching.

When I laugh myself hard,
my days seems to get a better start.
What's so funny,
when quite few eyes are runny?
I ignore the sad crowd,
 laugh on with the clowns out loud.

Even though I was feeling sad,
I now feel kind of glad.
Thanks to the clowns,
I learn to better handle my downs.
I caught one of the clowns crying,
he said his mother was dying.
Even in his sadness,
he was able to laugh 
during the madness.

G