That Old Moon Poem by Gil Tee

That old moon keeps shining down
Upon this troubled world;
Generations come and go
And a new flag is unfurled,
That stands for peace, democracy
And all that kind of thing:
It doesn't stop the warfare,
It doesn't stop the murdering.

So if you've ever worried
About that man up in the moon,
If you've ever thought he's lonely,
It could be you thought too soon.
Because splendid isolation
Doesn't seem so bad a thing
When you think of all the trouble
Other people seem to bring...