Days Are Fading Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The lights flicker, dim and low,
Old wires groan, a weary flow.
Fuses thin, a dwindling stack,
No more spark to bring them back.

The main one sighs, though kept so neat,
Worn down by years, a tired defeat.
It battles on, but strength will cease,
The end draws near, brings no release.

Like days that fade, and seasons turn,
The lessons learned, the fires that burn.
We live, we strive, then fade away,
It's just the rhythm of the day.