Inheritance, a new poem

Inheritance

Now you can be the clown
Who stumbles and falls
Behind the canvas drop
The half-pint performance
Three shows a day

Caked grease paint dried
The carcass lies in straw
Waiting for the elephant boy
To stop crying and call the
Show boss to carry him off

When tears are gone
He will paint his clown face
Put on his clown shoes
Walk into the lights and
No one will suspect the change