Daylight Confusion Time

Folks seeing through rose-colored glass
call seventy the new fifty.
Less slowing down as the years pass,
imagination sees as nifty.

Kind of like at seven today,
I woke up in the night.
Last week, long nights eased away,
seven A.M. was fairly light.

Is it wrong time on my clock appears,
or is my mind playing tricks.
Like those recalculated years,
Could seven be the new six?