The Old Man Sleeps Poem by Paul Warren

They visit him every night
Ghostly apparitions without fright
For he knew each and every one
Talking together until the night was done

And so he sleeps through the day
In fitful sleep until the sun slips away
They return when the moon rides high
To recount their stories of days gone by

The final night came when a storm blew
As thunder and lightning split the sky in two
His final wish was granted then
When she appeared to him at the end.

© Paul Warren Poetry