Under The Moon Poem by phil Caldwell
Under The Moon
under the moon
on the planet earth
in a little bit
of the universe
a thing called 'people'
lives in a dream
on a rock so small
it can't be seen
they yell and scream
and they scream and shout
'til there little short lives
are all played out
and then they die
and die and die and
then they cry
they cry and they cry
under the moon
in the universe
on a tiny rock
the thing calls earth.
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2/26/2026 7:14:02 PM # 1.0.0
Sounds like a poet's vision on humanity from a universal perspective. Nice to rid of all ties we have and view our own selves independently. Thanks for the poem.