Late Nights
Late nights are a thing of the past
I sleep in the wee small hours
My partying days are over
I've no more staying powers
I used to trip the light fantastic
Imbibe copious amounts of wine
I would dance until three am
And the next day feel just fine
Alas, now days my eyelids are heavy
Remarkably soon after I've been fed
And a sideways glance at the clock
Says it too early to retire to bed
So I must sit slumped in a chair
Waiting til a respectable time to repose
And I'm pretending to read a book
But in truth... my eyes are closed
........ snore...
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