Jester

on

A baby cries in the night
that nothing is ever right.
I try peacefully with might
to ease its sorrowful plight.


Laugh we will at hypocrisy
with a steadfast industry.
The night comes and I plea
you find an ease with me.


Complicate a world’s crux
and I’ll show you in a flux
how to learn we must trust
we all are but simply dust.


I’ll be the fool so I can be
in a state of constant peace.
That I can in the very least
unravel tension as we feast.


5 Comments Add yours

    1. Jester says:

      Thank you Ma’am. I appreciate you.

      Liked by 1 person

  1. J. M. Lilin says:

    Brilliantly written.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Jester says:

      Thank you very much!!

      Liked by 1 person

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