Face of the Full Moon
Ain’t it funny the way it rolls and bounces –
the way it leads you on and then, like a lion, it pounces?
“Just keep keeping on,” you say to yourself,
“It’s better to be stepped upon
than to be put on a dark and dusty back shelf.
Like the face of the full moon,
life’s a bright, shiny sphere
with plenty of deep, dark craters
like desperation, depression, and fear;
but alas one must take the moon as she rises,
for the sun in her place yields a long, unbearable day
with no cool, refreshing reprises.