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,
don't bother....
they're here.

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