Daze of Bright Ages
Dies, where did time go?
Lies, when I’d wrinkle slow.
Lids of eyes, crow's feet stomp.
Lads look away, see no pomp.
Lady, your silver hair is dyed.
Lazy joints take me for a ride.
Hazy is my history and mind.
Haze of clarity - need to rewind.
Maze of the season - nevermind.
Daze of bright ages, realigned.
Dame hears “Ho! Ho!,” fine silver bell,
Fame of Christ child, where all is well.
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