Dear PT Barnum,

Yer circus I love,

Future uncertain,

But magic above.

I’d like to join in,

A flying trapeze,

Future uncertain,

I feel the breeze.

Maybe be a clown?

Home I ran away,

Future uncertain,

Daddy died today.

Dear PT Barnum,

A poem heart true ,

Future uncertain,  

I wrote it for you.

Circus of Truth

Here ye, here ye,

Read all about it,

Future uncertain,

No doubt about it.

Life keeps us going,

Big-top or big-flop,

A future uncertain,

Wheel never stops.

Inhuman human,

Insanity for sure,

Future uncertain,

Trouble not cure,

Sorrow and pain,

Sure as the rains,

Future uncertain,

Crack-head brain.

Mom kills babes,

Lion slays lambs,

Future uncertain,

Mama bama-lam.

Born again again,

Never go to Hell,

Future uncertain,

Certainty for sale.

Past is memorial,

Shadow growing,

Future uncertain,

New life flowing.

Fear, fear, fear?

We can be sure,

Future uncertain,

Love is the cure.

Love,

Bailey