The Night is Still Young

The night is still young
But no longer am I
The music’s still loud
But I no longer try
To keep up until dawn
To watch the sunrise
To dance in the dew,
Life’s sweetness to prize.

Long gone are the days
I’d let my hair down
And kick off my shoes
And wear a slight frown
Should someone suggest
I should settle down
And stop misbehaving
My way around town.

Then you take my hand
And ask if I’ll dance
I smile that you ask
And leap at the chance.
I kick off my shoes
Though you look askance
Bare feet in the grass
A last fling romance.

E.M. Swift-Hook