The Man in the Moon by Bob McMahon

We often thought of the man in the moon,

Who lived far, far away.

A hazy face on a distant planet,

Which faded with the light of day.

Then came the day in the race for space,

When they landed a man on the moon.

A small step for man, a giant leap for mankind,

Others would follow soon.

His first view as he looked around,

Was desolation and fear of the unknown.

A lonely cold deserted place,

Which chilled him to the bone.

But there was no greed, no hate or crime,

No religion or despair.

No crowds, no terror or wars,

And he was left without a care.

He  returned to earth and spoke with those,

Who could change the way we live.

But all he found was those who take,

There was no-one who would give.

He’s older now and wiser too,

And the years pass all too soon.

He often thinks of those far off days,

When he was the man in the moon.