Cold winter nights

I sit alone on cold winter nights, thinking of how my life became dreary Is it something that I had just realised? or is it just another theory? Am I content with what I have in life? And is life my only query? There isn’t a year that goes by, without my body slowly growing weary With age strength is hard to come by, but you do tend to become briery It is on these pitch black nights, that my thoughts become leery Even the stars are absent from the skies tonight, so is the moon who is so deary I do yearn my younger days, but my eyes quickly become teary Nothing but the good in life counts, the rest is to your soul smeary Only when day light breaks again, does my mood finally become cheery Saleh Ben Saleh