When does this life, we have known,
Become a burden; not ours to own?

A bright Moon,
silver orb in
the Southwestern sky,
watching the Earth
as clouds pass by.
What stories you'd tell,
if there was a way,
to hear all the words,
there were to say.
Please, oh please
tell us
for we want to know,
the secrets you hold
within that silver glow.

It matters not,
where you have been.
If it was, done for love
or a conjugal sin.
My sight is dimming,
as my hearing goes
and my body's a mess.
The hair, once luxurious
has started to leave,
as balding approaches.
My ears are starting to sag,
with skin now mottled
but this much I know,
as the climate keeps warming,
some of us must go
to that place of sugar and spice
as long as we have plenty of ice.

It's a strange World we live in,
Full of truths and of some lies,
That may appear quite different
When seen through another's eyes.

A World of great frustration
Or of a lover's sighs.
No matter, what your thought,
We all must now realize,
We are all quite different,
But it should not be a surprise,
That we are all the same
When seen through our God's eyes.