Porcelain face smiling red and white Clown that was you then when you were content and your head was up in the sky greeting the world of dolphins and sails and winds and dreams dreams beating with the song in your heart. Now grey night painted eyes staring blankly through barred glass window onto the cold asphalt streets slimy with fog in winter deserted smoke, smoke full of smoke ashes without fire your smile is hollow it sits empty and is full of pain. Yes. We can read the life of a clown.