“All the world’s a stage, my friend”-
Will Shakespeare said one time,
And everybody has their role
And, likewise, I have mine.
For I’m the jester, or the fool
Who, others entertain-
They only see the painted smile-
And always miss the pain.
They see the folly and the jest-
And laugh at every jibe,
And miss the canker and the ire
Behind each diatribe.
Sometimes it seems that humor
Can be used to conceal-
Those tender inner feelings
We’d rather not reveal.
I found that laughter often comes
Diversion to provide-
And he who talks and laughs the most
Has something he would hide.
We play our part, then take a bow
Emotions have the rule.
With every clown and jester who...
Life’s chose to play the fool.