Non Compos Mentis

Non Compos Mentis

What’s new with the man on the moon?
The smile; the laugh; a twinkle in his eye;
He knows something we do not.
And he is not in the mood for sharing secrets
Why would he be?
If I was as old as he is;
As lonely; as distant; as cold;
I too could know a secret.
But would I be so forebodingly enigmatic?
I wouldn’t tell a soul what I knew
No, I too would sit smugly up in that big blackened sky,
With my smile, laugh, and twinkle in my eye.
And everyone left pondering,
What’s new with me?