What do you do when you’ve been to the

Moon,                                                                                                                      when you’ve been there and done

that, got the spacesuit to prove

it?                                                                                                                        What do you do when you’ve walked on the

Moon?

How do you feel when nobody asks how you                                                                                             are.  How’s the wife?  And the                                                                                    kids?  How’s the car?  They just want to know what it’s like on the Moon.

Wherever you are, whoever you’re

with, you’ll

always be known as the man from the

Moon.

What is the point of a round-the-world

cruise when

you’ve been round the Moon, looked down at the

world, felt

homesickness pangs as you’ve gazed across

space at the planet that’s

blue in the midst of the                                                                                        void?  What

do you do when you’ve danced on the

Moon?

What step’s left to take when you’ve

stepped on the

Moon, or leap left to

make now you’ve come down to

Earth? 

Why wake up at dawn to watch the sun rise when you’ve stood on the Moon and witnessed Earthrise?                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

Just what do you do once you’ve walked on the

Moon?