Spaceman

Some days, I am walking on the moon;
Wearing moon boots and head in bubble.
It can get cold and lonely, up, in outer space.
Negotiating rough terrain, without a buggy.
A flimsy flag pole, is all i hold, as support.
Have you ever been to the moon's other side?
Lost your footing in the dark? Stumbled, fallen?
Sometimes, I find myself lost in lunar land.
Come back to Earth, with a thudding bang.
Astronaut rocketing, fuel tanks falling.
Atmosphere, stratosphere, in, out, with no fear.
Some days I get fed up with friends made of;
Cheese, when I am visiting, people on the moon.