Enduring Until Night: Carrying the Light

We rage against the dying of the light,

Sheltering against the darkness of the night.

We turn on the lights, more and more each day,

Yet each light, all of them, is finite.

The energy they need — and the energy we give —

Cannot, and should not, forever endure.

It cannot forever endure.

It should not forever endure.

For twilight comes to every day,

Slowly draining into dusk,

And leads us, gently, to its end.

We who remain go on to another day,

Another life, enduring once again —

Until it is time for our forever night.

My Life in Pants