"Nights in White Satin"

Yester-day, I was thinking about the poem that's spoken at the end of "Nights in White Satin," specifically these lines:

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,

Lonely man cries for love and has none.

New mother picks up and suckles her son,

Senior citizens wish they were young.

(That's how they're formatted in the CD liner notes.)

I realized that there's a contrast here that highlights the solitude of the lonely man.  The lovers are a pair; the mother and son are a pair; and the senior citizens - while they may be separate from each other - are united in their common wish; but the lonely man is by himself.