The Astronaut’s Song Poem by Charlie F. Kane

It gets lonely up in space.
Floating around on your own.
Stuck in a little tin can
For weeks that never end.
The same walls day in,
Day out.
It feels like it’ll never end.

Sitting here,
Wishing something
Would change.

The wonders of the stars
Do not last.
You see them shine
And shine
And shine
And shine on in an eternal cycle.

Sitting here,
Wishing something
Would change.

I fly round the moon again.
The craters all look the same.
I try to find the
Dark side of the moon,
But there isn’t one.
In fact, it’s all
Just dark.

Sitting here,
Wishing something
Would change.

Fly around
And around,
And maybe something
Will change.
But it’s lonely up in space.

© Charlie F. Kane

3/04/06