Tuesday, October 30, 2012

The Juggler


Airborne, see them fly,
To the floor they bounce,
Then spiral skyward high.

Show us how to laugh,
On the pavements in sunshine,
Happiness you create, an aftermath.

I love to see such skill,
The floor is all yours,
And the applause is ringing still.

Be it balls, be it knives,
We can marvel for a while,
At how you are able to bring alive.

All the balance and the poise,
Is an art you are winning,
Judging by all your audience noise.