The Old man and the Night

                     The old man and the night,

Both of them lie awake.

His life fading out of sight,

Cough, meanwhile, doth a serious shake.

 

Lost out dark world around,

Times ago he was born,

The soul when got aground,

Old, old! Now it is other world-lorn.

 

Night is his companion now,

The day too hectic and bright,

So many of them swiftly passed, how?

Now the night comes, fades as the sight.

 

The night tries to bring sleep,

O mother, child sleepless for too long,

Time may come for a slumber deep,

And motherly it whispers a song.

 

Too much hurried was the day,

While the night has much patience,

The day only for the hair’s grey,

The night doth die it black in silence.

 

The old man and his old mother,

Thus, stand by each other,

Stepmother will come with sunrise,

How will then cope the sun wise?