Drabble inspired by @ChallengeCorner

A single jester sits somewhat alone,

Without a performance for the King or the throne,

Sad, unhappy, filled with dismay,

Will he be called upon at all on this lonely day?

No smiling or laughter, there is only tears,

There will be more days like this, he fears,

In the distance soft music begins to play,

If it grows lively, he’ll be asked to stay.

With his frown now upside down, a party his attention draws,

Fairly soon his arrival, met with applause,

The day has been long, his performance brief,

 His task complete, he sits no longer in grief.