I Spend My Days Spent and In a Daze

I spend all my days spent  
And in a daze.  
 
As day turns into night,  
The sun seems to become the moon.  
 
So too, the "daylight" years of my life  
Are replaced by the "night" of old age.  
The golden hair of my head turns moon white.  
 
The trees lose their leaves  
As winter's cold and snow approaches,  
Yet they stand tall, unbowed,  
Naked but unashamed.  
 
Likewise, having shed my youth and middle age,
I am left with but the nakedness called old age..  
A Winter approaches, I put on plenty of clothes,  
But it does me no good,  
I still feel naked as a leaveless tree.  
But,following the example set by the forest  
I stand unashamed, unbowed.