The passage of time, betrayed by the age in my eyes;

Imbued wisdom now replaces the follies of youth.

The storms on the sea of life have taken their toll;

And in their wake, a resemblance of truth;

The taste of innocence, long forgotten on my tongue;

Replaced now with the flavor of knowledge.

Vanity crept in somewhere along the way;

A validity I  was unwilling to acknowledge.

Night is in order. But twilight is a reluctant malcontent.

It wishes to linger, and tarry in the fray.

Alas, nothing has an alliance with time;

And soon, it will relinquish the light it holds so dearly;

And night will have its way.