The moon sees many things

And many moons see more

As many moons go by

There comes a stage in life

Whether you will or no

You find

That you come from another time.

Many moons ago,

When I was a child Christopher Robin

Went down with Alice

To take a good look at the Palace.

Children made up their own games

Reciting rhymes centuries old.

When I was a child spring came on time

So did the snow and the rains.

Telephones had four numbers

Far easier to recall.

The shopkeepers knew our names.

In the hedgerows were many more flowers

And flocks of butterflies.

The moon looked down on quieter roads

Before the domination of the mechanical curse.

The milk cart was drawn by a gentle white horse.

The milk cart was followed by the hearse

And then the horses were gone,

Seven hundred moons ago.

How swiftly times have changed.

The clouds sweep across the face of the moon.

Looking up I see it’s deranged.

The world’s made a sad exchange.