Look up and smile

Smile at the moon

Is the moon lonely up there in the night?

All on its own – way out of sight

Behind the clouds and right up high

It looks quite clumsy in all that sky

And what does it do…why is it there?

A huge bright eye that likes to stare

Sometimes it’s there and sometimes it’s not

A mottled face or a cheesy dot

It can wax or wane – whatever that means

And is much much bigger than it actually seems

A quarter of a million miles away

It bears man’s prints from his short-lived stay

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