Most people love me because of my silly clothes and decorated face
They do not care for reality as they too have disguised themselves
And I am just an extension of this absurd fantasy it is as simple as that
But of late I have tired of my theatre as I have a good but serious heart
I want to live the life of an ordinary man and not a flippant clown
The circus is no longer my world and I am leaving after this season ends
Yet I have not stepped into a vacancy as a trapeze artist has captured my heart
We will be setting up home together in Ireland the country of her birth
She has a reputation for being a fire maiden because of her looks but this untrue
As she is the gentlest creature that I have ever know shy modest fragile and free
No longer will she fly like a bird and no longer will I be the painted fool
We have finished our travels and intend to stand still until we receive Gods direction
Red Poem Number Four