Harlequin - Audience

Through the green May morning came a lonely man

Wearing diamond covered garments and a slapstick in his hand

And the new day dawning brought a wistful smile

To the face of the Harlequin

Was it rain or tears that smudged his painted face

As he wandered where the breezes took him on from place to place

And the strain of years behind his wistful smile

Lined the face of the Harlequin

The laughter of the King and Queen

Of every country he had seen

The laughter ringing in his ears like thunder

The genius of his comic mime

So in demand so long a time

Now suddenly surpassed by those much younger