Why are you smiling, O Moon?
Are you merry at my misfortune?
I’m your subject, do you know?
Your kindness you never show
You are Narcissus of the sky lake
Drinking own blemished beauty
Watch you rapt from poet’s doon!
Proud with self-praise, O pretty
Need you be uncaringly haughty?
You are ruler of earth’s multitude
Gazing, gaping, crying, crowding
Tiny insects begging for a boon!
Science has told me your feature
You’re dry rocks waterless nature
Unkind, rough, abrasive, selfishly
Hovering around mother earth
Day in day out, night or noon!
Now at the end of my lonely life
Embittered with sorrowful strife
Hoping against hope for a better-
Day to sing and laugh like a child
Let it be, let it be, let it be soon!
Xavier Bage
Fri, Dec. 16, 2016
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