Maybe I won't drink tonight,
won't hold my glass up to the light.
Perhaps the cork will stay intact,
the bottle resting in the rack.
A little tipple does no harm,
bears no grudges, tweaks no alarm.
Just a small swig to help me sleep;
save me from counting endless sheep.
Oh, it's still too soon to go to bed;
Well … only another sip of red.
No point now to keeping a drop,
Accept it. Its too late to stop