life's loitering journey

Life's Loitering Journey

My heart weeps and smiles- - 

When I do see the luna on bluish sky, 

She didn't alter over these years- -

Of merry of melancholy, 

I saw she when I was a babe! 

Counting the stars at my small balcony, 

And I saw she; when I was a vierge- -

Collecting petals of crocus quite happily

Now I see her when I'm a woman- -

Right away  living for the others, 

A paltry mother, when I shall die- -

She will still be there steadfast shining high

Then she' ll  meet her amour on day of hue and cry,

----who am I