An old man-dixit

Late January night, walking alone
I saw a man lying along
Grey hair and wrinkled eye
He seemed getting old

I stopped by him to behold
Dew drop all over his body
He was shivering with cold
He couldn’t walk coz he was getting old

He was as alone as moon above
Though stars around
But nobody close
For him to enfold

He had been through storm of hail,
and stood in the winter rain
He had passed the mournful days
Still he had nothing to complain

He gazed at the stars
And talked to the moon
He had nothing but,
A melancholy song to croon

He was blessed with pain
And his woes were his friend
Still he was waiting for spring
That was far away, on the other end