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| About acceptance and rejection, a jester and a king... Hope ya like. Illustration coming soon! =) |
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The Court Jester
He stands among the subjects
Before the jolly king
Dancing about as the laughs arise
Telling jokes and gaily singing
A funny costume he wears
To induce many a smile
Bright colors, little bells
People laughing all the while
Enjoying seeing such happiness
Esteemed to bring such cheer
The Jester puts his all into his act
As the laughs are all he hears
The king watched each afternoon
And laughed so hard before
But today he never broke a smile
He'd seen the act and was bored
He ordered the jester to take leave
And no longer dance in the courts
The king began a royal search
For a jester of a different sort
The rejected jester's all alone
No one will listen to his song
No one will watch his silly dance
He's not sure where he belongs
He walks the streets with hat in hand
His head bent forward in thought
Bells jingling a sad melody
Were his jokes all for naught?
Never should a jester frown
Never should he feel disgrace
A sad jester is an oxymoron
He should never hide his face
As the king searched through his kingdom
So many wished to become
The one to bring the king such joy
The one to have all the fun
A few brought but a smile
Many couldn't do even that
None could possibly compare
To the way he used to laugh
The banished jester leaves the realm
To find a brand new start
Another place to do his act
And feel joy again in his heart
A nearby kingdom he travels to
There they know him by name
They've heard about how he jests
Of his jokes and of his fame
They take him to see their queen
Where he can do his jolly act
They wish so much to see his dance
And he wants to see how they'll react
He sings a song of all his journey
His banishment and shame
And how now he is here with them
How he feels accepted and acclaimed
Meanwhile the king of the jester's past
Sits alone upon his throne
No one can make him laugh the same
Now all too late he knows
This is the end of the tale I tell
But my lesson is not through
My lesson of acceptance and rejection
I hope has someway touched you
Never take anything for granted
Because you can never understand
Just how much it's truly worth
Unless it's lost and can't be won back.
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