At the end of the day, the light starts to now dim,
I look back on my thoughts, and joy found that was within.
The light is leaving so quick, dark shadows do now start to form,
I look back on the day, staying on path that's well worn.
At the end of the day, only a few shards of light,
I look at my past days, as my thoughts fade into night.
Think of the great times had, and keep them locked up well,
I look back on the day, the sad times also I tell.
At the end of the day, when all we see is night,
A time we can then reflect, in the tunnel we see light.
The night is now upon us, the day-light but a memory,
I look back on the day, no place i would rather be