Why does the moon look so pale and wan -
The marks on her 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 a cloud, does have a race
And as she sails serenely on
Laughs at it its slow pace.
While sometimes she hides behind it too
As if to hide her face
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
Regretfully wailing for her to stay…