His eyes grew dim as age crept up
days blurring, often gray
but when the shroud of night arrived
street lights burst forth with rays
Though dim and hazy were his days
the night fair blessings showed
in blue celestial velvet skies
all stars like bright bursts glowed
They paved a softness to his path
the one we all must tread
when earthly visions come to end
and constellations blend.
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