An Echo of Remembrance

Discordant orchestra
a distant roar of applause
My life's accompanying credits
I'm outside
within a circle of my own
memories
rippling through mists
of recollection

Picking shards of broken
glasses, by the pathway
bleeding hands
yet hope in the heart abounds
for betterment
food on plates
tummy warmly filled

Pride swallowed deep
Wishes chanted
mantra
repeated incessantly
a better life
warmer home
to be held and loved
Instead, they brought in the clown

Life became a long drawn joke
no one laughed
until the comedy of errors
ended.