Cider And Harvest Moon

I stepped out the cabin door, expecting only to note the scent
of pine in the cool night air,
when lo and behold, there he was, for a moment I had to stare...
"It good to see you, it been a while"
but he voiced no response at all;
undaunted at his silent posture,
I remarked, "Can you see that I've grown tall?
You would think by now, there would be an acknowledgement,
of all the years that he had watched over me;
yet, there was nothing voiced, not even a change of expression,
I puzzled, "How can this possibly be?"
"Old man, I said with shaken voice,
many a time you put me to bed.
Mother and I shared a lot of books with you,
as a bed-time story was being read."

maybe it was that he had gone deaf,
or maybe he was now blind,
for even with a flock of geese between us,
(winging an exit from North),
no response from him did I find...
By now, I was experiencing irritation and disappointment,
his callous attitude, I will declare did not please;
I guess it is true ,what they have said all along,
the Man-in the-Moon is but a distant ball of cream cheese.