Poem: Moon-o

When I was young,

I used to wait

For the moon to rise,

But it rose too late.


I forgot how to look,

I forgot how to see,

I lost my grip

On the world, lack-a-dee.


I gazed at the worm

As it turned in the earth,

And forgot there was ever

 A thing called mirth.


I pondered the face

Of each man and boy,

And forgot there was ever

A thing called joy.


Then one fine day

Someone laughed at me.

 I opened my eyes

And began to see.


I skipped and hurried

Along the track.

The moon had risen

Behind my back.


So let’s dance in the moonlight

And drunken be,

And fall down sozzled

By the moonlit sea.

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