The One Hundred Poem Promise
Under The Surface
It Was A Bright Sunny Day
Children Playing
Running From Parts Of The
Playground.
The Clown Faced Man
Shrugged His Face Into
A Ball.
Not One Child
Had Bought A Balloon
From Him Today.
But Things Could Change
He Could Get Lucky.
Sure Enough The Children Were
Gathering Around Him.
He Had What They Needed
They Were There To Feed.
A Child Alone With A Balloon
A Child Alone With Him.