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.

 

May 9, 1988

 

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