Read the poem and answer the question that follows:
Walker, stop and let me move and check you
My sneaky, fleeting moon of reckless mirth
The light of hope you flashed at dawn has dimmed
And flickers weakly, so you squint at Earth.
Walker, stand and let me sit and quiz you
Will foes and friends be irked if Mum you tell
The bitter taste of woe behind your flue?
The trickling tears unseen announce your age.
Walker, stay and let me come and tell you
My fleeting moon, I own you dim my light
Your sparkling blouse has turned a darker hue
You must, I guess, have done a steeplechase.
The mood of the poet is ________
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