My wine glass sits in front of me, empty tonight.
It was lovely and bold, and put up a good fight.
But the last drop has gone,
now I write this sad song.
An ode to my empty glass now all alone.
I know I can fill it , for that is true.
But , tomorrow comes early, and I don’t want to feel blue.
So I am content to write this little silly verse.
To a wine glass so full of promise and without any curse.
Tomorrow will come , and I may take another sip.
But for tonight , I’m being smart with only a dip.
Rebeckah Hassam is a a self-published author from Langley BC. They have written a vampire series and a small book of poems. Follow them on Twitter @bex0470.