Life On The Moon Poem by William Levy

There was a man who climbed to the moon once
It was much quieter there than anywhere else
No one there to bother him with foolish problems of
the world below

But soon he started to become pale
in his hands
his face
even his eyes

There was no color on the moon
there was no life
there was only grey

He realized he didn't belong
But it was too late
he didn't care
about anything

So he sat
revolving around the Earth until he passed away
no tears,
no smiles,
nothing

emptiness

It is not good for man to be alone- Genesis 2: 18