Dear Readers,
I have a tendency to end my work in a positive note, wrapping my life issues up
in a neat little bow, but then I am reminded that life doesn’t work that way, so I
went back to this poem and changed a few things. Which version do you like
better?
Waxing and Waning version 1
The moon has its’ cycles, it’s waxing and waning,
Life lessons about it are quite entertaining.
A new moon is time for new dreams and plans,
Failure or success is solely in your hands.
A dark moon is a time for reflection and release,
The lessons learned can bring you peace.
There’s a song about the moon and a big pizza pie,
It’s about love, and that leaves us with a blissful sigh.
But waxing and waning is not just confined to the moon,
It can be quite disturbing, a song of a different tune.
My doctor uses this term to describe my cancer,
I’m doing good, he says, but it’s not a full answer.
Abnormal lymph nodes seem to come and go,
it’s always somewhere, but it’s slow to grow.
It’s waxing and waning, still controlled by medication,
But my moods change often, a complete transformation.
I get angry and impatient, then frustrated and sad,
But I’m told I look good, for that I should be glad.
It’s not a predictable cycle like our beautiful moon,
The inconsistency is disturbing, I want to retreat to a cocoon.
It’s hard to put it all in perspective,
And even harder to remain objective.
Waxing and waning is my new way of life,
It requires balance in order to minimize the strife.
So today I’ll wax and tomorrow I’ll wane,
And I’ll try really hard not to complain.
Waxing and Waning Version 2
The moon has its’ cycles, it’s waxing and waning,
Life lessons about it are quite entertaining.
A new moon is time for new dreams and plans,
Failure or success is solely in your hands.
A dark moon is a time for reflection and release,
The lessons learned can bring you peace.
There’s a song about the moon and a big pizza pie,
It’s about love, and that leaves us with a blissful sigh.
But waxing and waning is not just confined to the moon,
It can be quite disturbing, a song of a different tune.
My doctor uses this term to describe my cancer,
I’m doing good, he says, but it’s not a full answer.
Abnormal lymph nodes seem to come and go,
it’s always somewhere, but it’s slow to grow.
It’s waxing and waning, still controlled by medication,
But my moods change often, a complete transformation.
I get angry and impatient, then frustrated and sad,
But I’m told I look good, for that I should be glad.
It’s not a predictable cycle like our beautiful moon,
The inconsistency is disturbing, I want to retreat to a cocoon.
It’s hard to put it all in perspective,
And even harder to remain objective.
Waxing and waning is my new way of life,
It requires balance in order to minimize the strife.
So today I’ll wax and tomorrow I’ll wane,
And half the time I’ll have the need to seriously complain.