Why does the moon look so pale and wan
She reminds me of a lovely yet emaciated swan
Is it because she roams without taking rest’
Because she’s been wandering- north, south, east and west..
She looks like a lonely waif, a reflector poised in space
And sometimes to enliven herself, with the clouds, does have a race
And sometimes she hides behind the clouds
As if to hide her face
While sometimes, she races ahead of it
Laughing at it its slow pace.
And in the day she looks so strange
So old and haggard too
As if she’s tired of her permanent job
And would gladly do another trade.
But in the night, she’s her former self
Except when she’s waning away
And then you can hear the sound of a child
Who is regretfully wailing for her to stay…