Lights going out in the morn
Are stars that never die.
They gather strength again to shine
Even brighter in the night.

This sequel of the day and night
Leaves twilight out of play.
When twilight falls we all just sigh:
Soon night will throw its veil.

The twilight seems of no import,
It’s life still waiting to unfold,
It’s neither start nor end, it’s road,
On what’s in store we have no hold.

It’s transient path of curves and stones
Obstructing view of what’s beyond.
Be what it may we still go on
With load of life companion sole.

This twilight song of woe, begone,
A trodden path of life's still visible to all!