The year turns dark
and you turn blue,
feel cold and down–

sometimes it helps
when there appears a clown
or two.

But,
once you’ve received those sent-in clowns,
and find
the smiles and satisfaction
that you hoped to find
did not quite
warm you wholly through–

so you live still
a little bit in hell–

Then,
breathe and be
just where and how
and who you are,
and make
a little wish upon a star,
and if you’ve got one, ring also
a little bell. . .

For, who can tell?
The angels may come flocking
to your call,
and they could maybe have the wherewithal,
in cases where the clowns
all by themselves
won’t do.