The Boy in the Moon by J.E. Fountain

The Boy in the Moon

by J.E. Fountain

When I was young and did not know

That such things were not done

I rode the moon across the sky

One summer eve for fun

It seemed to me a natural thing

Indeed my only thought

A perch from which to cast my line

No matter what I caught

But once aloft in starry seas

I soon forgot my quest

And settled in my worthy craft

To sail from East to West

So thus reclined on crescent moon

I gazed at stars below

Reflected in the glassy pond

And stirred them with my toe

In time I reached the morning shore

And climbed down from my seat

I took my weary head to home

On star dipped shoeless feet

I always thought I'd ride again

One day, one day, a lie

For one day turns into the next

They're ever slipping by

And youth gives way, and youthful dreams

There is no time for fun

For now I'm old and know too well

What is and is not done

© 2015 Joseph E. Fountain