The Song Came Forth All Shakery

Sing ahead of your life;
make your death an early midpoint in your song.
Age is long, with much sitting;
therefore, twirl and clap, a Godcap caper.
Voice the joy of the stream-lined chair;
Push back weary thoughts, hang them on the wall.

The simplest bonnet frames a wrinkled face
slightly smeared with crumb and preserves