the dead child
 

on the inside of the downs child layed a clown who could only frown.

His bicycle was bent, and his pocket money spent, but when he went to town everyone gathered around.

Time in the centre square meant he was on show one more day, though he never cared, the towns folk still stared, untill he went away.

Back home in bed, his mother pats his head, and he lays to wake for another torment

I m not going to rate this, simply because I don't think it is finished. But perhaps I've missed the point.

well, yes it's finished, and maybe you did miss the point, but that depends on what you were looking for...

Oh!, ok, then.

I've read it again.
I was too pre-occupied with the clown, but I get it now.

Poor soul. :(