I’m taking part in another Blog challenge. This one is a #BlogBattle and involves the use of the word Moon:

The moon makes me Wistful, it’s so far away yet it’s filled with the dreams and the hopes of the men

and the women who knew that one day, they would walk on it’s surface, they just didn’t know when

And all those years ago now from when it first happened, we haven’t been back and I worry about why

Does the moon feel left out? Does it ever feel lonely? I wonder if Moons even know how to cry?

It probably thought we were first of the many who would come to pay homage and visit and stay

But after the hoopla and the sciencing was over, we all said goodbye and we rocketed away

Now the Moon overlooks us, and I overlook it and I’m wistfully Thinking I’d like to go there

What a joy it would be just to soar in the sky and perhaps see my home as I fly through the air

Imagine my new home where my body could be free of the earthly restrictions I currently feel

My pain would be less as I soar spaceless and free, now that sounds to me like one heck of a deal!

Alas, I don’t think that dream is likely to come true, but I can sure be inspired when I look at the Moon

And one never knows as our science evolves, perhaps someday I might get there, sooner than soon.  

there is always hope

~ Pamela ~