The Moon On A String
I sought to hold in my hand the light of the moon
Tightly the rope was tied to a loop
The lasso swung above my head
A few vain attempts before it was caught
With all of my strength and might I pulled
Until at long last the moon was in my hands
Much to my dismay there was no light at all
It was nothing more than a hunk of rock
Again with all my strength and all my might I hurled it back into the sky
However it fell back to earth with a crashing sound
Creating a crater in the ground
At my feet where it fell
Now I am stuck with a hunk of rock that really is not very important at all
A wistful memory now long past of how the moon enchanted me
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