20/7/69
July twentieth, nineteen
sixty nine;
In Essex, a boy, nearly
eight years old,
Wearing a pair of shoes
of Clarks design,
Sat watching the first
moon-landing unfold.
As he gazed at the moon’s
surface he saw,
It actually matched the
soles of his shoes,
And as Armstrong’s foot
came down on that floor,
He pictured himself
making headline news;
A man in a spacesuit
jumping around
Sending greetings to
Earth from outer space;
A hero, (shortly to be
homeward bound),
With a glass bowl around
his cheerful face;
He was an astronaut, and
in his mind,
He made his own giant
leap for mankind.
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