The crescent moon

Happily I roamed in the busy marketplace.
My sight fell upon an old man
Quietly making his way home from work,
Carrying a briefcase,
His head held high with dignity-
Scorning all the pity he attracted.
An empty shirt sleeve dangled loosely by his side.
Yet that did not impair his pride.
With grace and elegance he walked on,
As if, unaware of all the eyes that followed him.
I lifted my gaze and looked at the night sky
And beheld a beautiful sight:
A proud, shining, crescent Moon!