The Ballad of Sparky the Clown

(a poem about a man named Valor)

Gone in 69, a man ahead of his time

Jack of all trades and master of some

Except the love of his life

The only one

Sparky was a patriot

A man of many talents

A visionary, a writer, a singer, a fighter

He could make you laugh

As he was crying inside

His emotions quite simple

At the mercy of life’s tides

His name meant valor

Could roar like a lion

He was a sailor, a dancer, a real romancer
Never held grudges

A forgiveness enhancer

The clown was his creation

In the Makers tradition

Wales for eyes

And Cracker Jacks his thighs

Worked until the end

When he made his plight

He set sail

For the eternal light

CWF 4/8/12