Evening may therefore be called 'the old age of the day,' and old age, 'the
evening of life,' or, in the phrase of Empedocles, 'life's setting sun.' For some of the terms of the proportion there is at times no word in existence; still the metaphor may be used.
The
evening of life is described by Plato in the most expressive manner, yet with the fewest possible touches.
It was much easier to chat than to study; much pleasanter to let her imagination range and work at Harriet's fortune, than to be labouring to enlarge her comprehension or exercise it on sober facts; and the only literary pursuit which engaged Harriet at present, the only mental provision she was making for the
evening of life, was the collecting and transcribing all the riddles of every sort that she could meet with, into a thin quarto of hotpressed paper, made up by her friend, and ornamented with ciphers and trophies.
He grows vespertinal in his habits as the
evening of life approaches, till at last he comes forth only just before sundown, and gets all the walk that he requires in half an hour.
Idle Dreams BEING young and foolish is the prerogative Of youth, Time has not provided the understanding Of adulthood, You live in hope, and hope as always a False-friend, A shadow that goes before you, that is lost In darkness, Living passes you by, the here and now yet To become memories, We suffer remorse as we age, something the Young are free from, In the
evening of life, time is as vital as the Air that we breathe, The shadow lengthens, the dying light flickers, Life's challenge lost, Naked when entering this world, it exposes us To the humility of being, To the young, We of many years have had our time, They have yet to live, Being young and foolish has great merit when Viewed by those who are not, Yet the shadow remains with young and old Forever among those idle dreams.