the day before the day

There was calm in the still of the night
Neither a sound nor bat in flight
A frail withered man lay calmly on a bed
Just a sheet covered the man revealing only his head
A head of ash grey hair
Yet the face was fresh and fair
The man mustered a smile, hiding his pain
Pain which we could not bear
A comforting touch from the man’s wife
Gave him a momentary burst of life
For it was this woman that he’d come to love so dearly
Around the bed, three young men sat, his sons clearly
Silence filled the room like water in a glass
We all knew that the time had come to pass
For it was the day before the day
That the man went on his way