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……
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