My buddy, Charlie,
my pal,
I am a joker like
you,
They call me a
psychopath,
Some have named me
a buffoon,
I started out like
you,
And will end up
like you soon,
What shame! Am I
being disrespectful?
Pardon me sir,
Sir Charles Spencer
Chaplin,
My days are
melancholy like yours,
My people lost, no
love to care,
And yes! I too love
walking in the rain,
So no one can see
my tears.
From My Poems: Twenty Ten
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