The moon haunts me
with its glory and shine
never it is less than fine
waning and waxing in nine
a fortnight it grows
a fortnight it fades
a cycle so expressive
a scale of economy
with growth and fall
seen mostly in recent calls
a yardstick for man while living
flourishing and thriving
crumbling and deteriorating
found all through the existence
a denote to the world in a sense
which sees great movements
punctuated by rise and calamities
all in a cycle and all very natural in entities
as the new moon gradually in
ascends and becomes full in course
and the full moon equally in browse
descends and turns nil in source
a way of life in terms of resource
symbolising rise and fall in a way
with an illustration of the day
once every month in a pray
and twelve times every year in the say
Could we expect in all the influential sway
a better master than Moon ?
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