Fickle Moon

Will the moon come out tonight?
Will it show its big round face?
Or will it be covered by too many clouds
showing me just a trace?

Oh fickle moon, here one minute,
then you disappear,
just like a lover hangin' around,
then no longer here.

Oh fickle moon you brighten up the night.
You make me feel just fine.
My mood is happy. My smile is big
as long as I see you shine.

My lover is as changeable as the moon.
He's never in one place.
And I'm never sure when I search for him
if he'll show his big round face?

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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