Everyman’s Dilemma
Son of a ringmaster,
cousin to a clown,
the acrobat’s nephew:
an ideal pedigree.
Still he refuses
to join the act.
The only non-
performer
in the family.
I tell him it’s easy
being a team player.
Smile, bellow, bow
and the applause
will surely follow.
A simple equation,
really; even the fleas
understand. What’s
wrong with my son?
