Tapestry of Life

'The clown! The clown!', a facade of his own

Entered the town as the sun went down.

A thunder, a roar, wailing of a distant cyclone

Deserted was the town, alone was the clown!

A creak and a twitch, wild was the breeze

Dangled the planks in all the alleys.

Twirling was the smoke from all the chimneys

Huddled was everyone, with beer and buddies.

A look to the left and a look to the right

People were present, but out of sight.

Zigzag and straight, the footsteps that night

His cul-de-sac, he hugged tight.

Sound of hooves, a dust cloud at a distance

The clown stood still, an act of persistence.

Horses, horses, black, white and gray

Running so fast, as if in a fray.

They came and they went

Creating a permanent dent

Torn was a cheek; he lost his smile

To accept the new fact, it took him a while.

Soiled was his sac, that lay on the ground

Some of its belongings could never be found.

Balls and sticks and wand and mirror

Saw his face, and he was in a horror.

Heavens saw it all when he shed a tear

No one but he was alone and full of fear

The stars shone bright and the moon juggled

But didn't laugh the clown with a smile so chiseled.

Gathered his things with hands of despair

Life looked redundant and so unfair.

With wings of present all broken and clipped

He walked out of the town, downtrodden and ripped.

A jingle of bells and approaching footsteps

Stopped him at once but absent were the peps.

A finger entwined, so soft was the flesh

Looked he around and found a face so fresh.

Curly and long, blond were the hair

Hazel eyes and complexion was fair.

Chubby cheeks and a dimpled chin

Her smile made his heart spin.

Out came the balls and started the game

Next was the turn of the stick of the fame.

Round and round the wand did swirl

Seeing the cap, smiled the girl.

Heaven came together, witnessed the history

Time scribbled a note on life's tapestry

'Nothing's impossible' were the two golden words

Proved again the clown with the conquered crosswords!