Goodbye Mr Funnyman,
You forgot to take your bow,
You left the stage in mid applause,
Who do we laugh at now?
Maybe that’s the problem,
Our foolish eyes just don’t see,
That the joker’s smile hides a storm inside,
A soul desperate to be free.
Perhaps emotions are what made you doubt?
But they also made you great,
Behind bright blue eyes quiet sorrow stirred,
No-one could know your lonely fate.
So many faces filled from ear to ear,
And tears drawn out like gold,
You knew just how to reach beyond the screen,
And weave tales of magic told.
I know it makes no difference now,
But behind you leave such love and raw grief,
Eyes open at last to the darkness that stirs,
Behind smiles, and what lies underneath.
So Goodbye Mr Funnyman,
No more hiding from crowds that cheer,
Your final bow lives on in our hearts and minds,
And your legacy is loud and clear.
By Michelle Middleton