Young he was,
energetic and strong,
working in the early hours of life
when brightness ruled
and “today” was the moment
while “tomorrow” lay far ahead in future’s yard.
But now “tomorrow” is the present,
and with gloominess comes it to stay.
The old is weak and feeble,
within eternal sleep’s grip he is
when the night is at it’s darkest
and close the day is to an end,
so another shall wake again.
For in this world,
everything except time is sane…