by poetrygenerator.ai
A middle-aged man alone at night,
The summer days have all been tight.
No one to love, no one to care,
Where, when, my Jade Hare?
The stars shine in the dark sky,
He looks up, to the moon's eye.
Why does he feel equally alone,
His heart heavy, his spirit worn.
He looks around and no one’s there,
Just the sound of the boiling air.
He thinks of all the days gone by,
How he used to laugh and cry.
He remembers love and joy and pain,
He remembers days of sunshine and rain.
But now the night has grown too long,
It’s time to move on and be strong.
He takes one last look at the sky,
And turns away with a heavy sigh.
He knows that he must face the night,
Alone, lonely, but still alright.