Moonlit Evenings Poem by Reynaldo Casison

There are places,
She remembers,
Bartending six days a week,

Some were starry,
Some were teary,
Some were misty,
Somethings going to change
the moon,
Somethings going to change
Her moon,
Somethings going to change
our moon

There are evenings,
She remembers,
Dancing,
Six days a week,

Some were starry,
And Some were misty,
Somethings going to change
The moon,
Somethings going to change,
Her moon,
Somethings going to change,
Our moon
Reynaldo Casison