Foiled By A Grown Up Mind

Tin Foil Hat with paper roses
what stylish space travelers wore in the sixties;
my brother's was plain
no fluff for the adventurous Flash Gorden;

Since those days,
we have both  been to the moon and back
travelled  through tight spaces
from lovely Venus to the rugged Mars;

My brother still sympathizes
with the lonely man, craters mark his face,
no matter that the oceans are
like puppets tied to his moonbeams
power to drive the sane crazy
ruling orb of the night, still alone.....

I tend more to pity with the one
worshiped for her passion and beauty,
jealous after so many  years
coming in second to the much hotter sun;

A foil hat with paper roses or plain
one of many memorbilia that revolves
around our childhood Universe,
until the Equinox of middle age
forces us to remove them;

Have you forgetton what happens
when  mixing  sun and foil?
You can only get burnt
since our so called grown up thinking
leaves a hole in make believe worlds.