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...