The circus! The magical city That appears and disappears with the bat of an eye. A cathedral for children and adults Made of canvas and trimmed with red wagons. A sunburst of wheel, pink lemonade and cotton candy. A temple housing the unity of man and beast... All performing for the good of their fellow man With shouts of glory. The perfomers’ only reward is the echo of the applause And laughter of children. It cradles them to sleep. As the red wagons roll from city to city. The clown hides his sorrows behind a mask -- Sometimes grotesque, sometimes sad, but always with a whimsy that is an encouragement That makes any deformity of life seem minute.
A lesson in humanity, where man and beast risk life and limb for the meager reward of applause. How sad it would be if my youth would pass away And not see the beauty of the big red wagons, And taste the rare vintage of pink lemonade! Or become so blasé’ that I couldn’t offer a silent prayer For the man on the flying trapeze, Or sigh as I watch him swing to and fro.
I see my own life in motion like the pendulum On the huge clock that ticks away life. Oh, keep me young without prejudices. Without haste, so that I will be young. So that my heart will be filled with glee Next year, when the big red wagons roll in again! To me, a great clown said that—my Dad.
Red Skelton
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