It's funny when you're gone for awhile
people just forget.
They don't remember the clowns,
the poet set
in a decade of opening doors...
fault, admit yours.
Where are the clowns?
Don't you love us,
my fault, I fear.
I thought you'd want what I want,
my fault, my dear.
Send in the clowns,
Maybe they will teach memory.
To never forget the people dear.
The people you love
and have loved for years.
with inspiration from Judy Collins