The old man was dreaming about the lions Earnest Hemingway The Old Man and The Sea

the old man was dreaming about the lions, while
the infant on his lap dreamed of creamy sweetness filling his mouth.

So many gates to pass through
the silken skin not ready for the world
the toughened hide had seen to much
Roar of protection, wail of need
one passing into fullness of morning
the other into the silence of night.