Ode To Aubades Beaming

In the face of factuality, at the heart of all that's real

bargains made from lemonade paint delightful deals 

Stand stored near inklings urged, cheerfully my must

squeeze a child's joyfulness past moldy beer and dust

Though dying time be brawny, one whistle upon dark

whittles down an aging frown creating youthful spark

Remember to stay happy, forget these scorching years

grin I win to whom we've been releasing grateful tears