Monday, July 29, 2013

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Just a Jester in her Service

Might I dance for you
Or juggle or sing a tune
I can tell a joke
Or make you laugh
Perhaps I might be of worth
Or is it in opportune?
I am just a jester
And you are after all
A queen
I live to serve you
But somehow I feel
You don't see me 
I am invisible
I don't exist
But for my service
As a jester
To make you laugh
To make you smile
All day long
When things are hard
And life is wrong
I do something funny
But my Queen
We weren't meant to be