LOSING MOONS

I should ask someone who might know:
Do the moons in one’s fingernails set
when one is old?

I can’t see mine anymore — well, hardly.
Is this an ominous sign?
Reading glass don’t help much.

They began to disappear —
exactly when I can’t recall.
I don’t check them out
on a regular basis.

So when I just looked
I was surprised.

Far better
that I should lose my moons
than earth should lose
its pleasing satellite.

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