Pale Moon

The shape is round and pale

like a snowball hanging between the skyscrapers

underneath there is an endless traffic

that i could never comprehent

 What they looking for

Lastnight the moon was there

Tonight it's still there

 Maybe the moon is curious

if i am still around

Amidth the buzzing oxygen device

Covid 19 has destroyer my body

Hopelessly I glance to the moon

Whishing it can talk

Then I will ask a serious  question

Will I die in this room.?

Or there is still a tiny hope

I wish to see my three grand kids

Who knows this is  my last chance

I will hug them tightly

And whisper them:"Opa will love you till the end"

Once again I lookat the moon

But it's place has Ben empty

Probably the moon feels bad to me cry