So Sad The Moon

So sad the moon
Such a friend of the sun
They play now and then
And have such fun

But nobody notices
When they’re together for a few
They see only the sun
And it makes the moon blue

It’s true that he is setting
When she is on the rise
But he is still visible
With the tears that he cries

The moon rules the night
And the sun rules the day
Just ask anyone
And that’s what they’ll say

Few will recognize
Even less understand
Luna is out in the daylight
Holding Sol’s hand

So the next time you’re out
In the morn or early eve’ing
Look for the moon
And don’t leave him grieving

If he’s not there when you look
Don’t give up too soon
Try another time to see
So sad the moon

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I couldn’t find a poll about it, but I know there are people out there who think the moon is not out during the daytime. I found a Yahoo! Answers question, in fact, which asked why the moon did not come out during the day. The answer was that it did, of course, but you have to look for it. I don’t know why, but I thought about this odd little misunderstanding about the moon and decided to write a poem about it, thinking it might make the moon sad if (1) it had feelings and (b) it recognized it was ignored during the day.

Of course, if it’s sad about being ignored, I wonder how it feels about the moon landing hoax people? A little over a decade ago Gallup ran a poll and found 6% of Americans and 25% of the British thought the landings were faked. The hoax “evidence” has been addressed again and again and again, and yet people still buy into it. Sigh.

Anyway, that’s it for this week. See you on Monday.