The Jester

The festival is underway,
the town square noisy and crowded.
Enter to the center of this
the jester brightly shrouded.


A hat with bells upon his head
he jingles as he dances,
widening the circled crowd,
loosening their stances.





They've no idea as they watch
that they've become part of the play,
the jester makes them feel at ease
that is the jesters way.


He sings them songs, he tells them jokes,
he revels them with lore.
He knows just how to work the crowd,
he is merriment's laughing whore.


His work is done, he bids them well,
humor in his tone,
but behind this façade lives a soul
that will always feel alone.