Several years ago I wrote a song based on that picture. Here it is. I haven't recorded a demo just yet, but perhaps soon.
No Children
Where the two small town trees come to meet
At the corner of Spruce and Birchwood Street
A man stands quiet in this family 'burb
His nose bent down to the gravel curb
Balloons hover low underneath the sky
From string held tight running 'long his thigh
The rainbow erupting from his cottoned fist
Stands to negate the company missed
A cool noon breeze does nothing to hide
The feelings of vacancy he feels inside
The hue of loneliness sears his face
As a tear drops down onto his frilly lace
A man of color, he feels abused
By the lack of minds around to keep amused
His days were bright, but now are gray
And it takes an awful lot for him to make each day
He's a clown
With no children around
A clown
No one to be found
He's a clown
With no children around
And he's melancholy bound
He once was young and a popular guest
He had young, smiling faces around to keep him blessed
No favor returned, no deed repaid
He was rich from the laughs and the joy he made
But time has a tendency to beat men down
And the clown's smiling face became a frown
Joey, Susan, and Richie, they grew up fast
They stopped spending time on the corner with their friend who laughed
CHORUS
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