Carnivals

The cheer of carnivals is heard,
The sowers of true joy.
They travel far across the world,
In search of hints of sadness.

They cure all illnesses and vows -
They are the true magicians!
And people sing of them great praise,
As if they were their kings.

It is no secret that
These bringers of great joy
Too often seem to fall
As victims of their sadness.

There's nothing they can do
To help themselves it seems.
So misery stays close,
No matter where they travel.

What cruelty of fate!
To smile while softly sobbing,
To pity all except yourself
And try to run away.

What sorrowful magicians
Are left to rescue us
And what a shame it is
That no one thinks to help them.