Sad Poems for a Sad Day

The Moon

The Moon

It’s always there,

Even in the day,

Waiting for night

While hiding away.

It’s patiently waiting,

Keeping track of time,

Eagerly awaiting,

For its turn to shine.

But as it comes out,

Lighting up the night,

It comes to greet the world,

But they’ve hidden from sight.

For the people have gone away,

To head off to bed

For they don’t notice

The moon’s sudden dread.

So the moon sits idly,

Waiting for the sun to rise,

Wanting to vanish away

Into the bright blue skies.

And each night is the same,

The moon comes out to play

But the people sleep soundly,

Until the moon fades away