The Clown isn’t a person,

the Artificial nose only fills the Absence of a hero.

His Requests are Regularly Refrained from exposure,

her Passion Poses as Playthings in the vox Populi. Purposely ignored by those

not Expected to Envision our Emotion as anything but Entertainment for the Ever Expanding

Demanding, Degrading and Diabolical Democracy. As Dysfunctional as the anti-Depressants Driving

us Insane Interrogating our Imperfections Instigating an Incalculable Ignorance spiralling an Inferior Illustration

of Everlasting Enriched happiness to Every Edge of our mind. Expecting Enveloping Enlightenment.Else we forget the Echoes of the fallen.

Mayhaps its a personal Machination. Accounting for this very Malapropism. One must never forget the symbolism of ending too early.

Should the smile shield equipped army of tears remember him as the man who warmed our hearts and busted our guts, then none shall remember him as the man who changed our minds and saved our lives.

He has fallen, and in his memory we shall never forget to live our lives

If we see him in the great unknown that awaits us all may we shout O Captain My Captain!

We shall share stories of days been seized

forgetting all laughter been wheezed.

CARPE DIEM.