My Glass of Wine

The days go by slowly The hours are endless I go through the motions My actions are since less Put on a smile Like an actress on stage Faking my happiness Gets easier with age The sun on my face The wind in my hair Feet in the sand I haven’t a care Glass in my hand The color of red An endless supply I'm dreaming... or dead? I wake with a start Alone in my bed Another ordinary day I simply do dread The day will come I will bide my time I’ll live by the ocean With my glass of wine……