A Table for One

At a table for one, in the Carolina sun, I turned off my phone. I prefer to be alone. I’d rather be here, sipping my wine, At this table for one where I now alone dine, Than hearing reports on CNN news, Politicos spouting harebrained views. I’d rather be sitting here all alone, Miles away from TV or phone, Oblivious to all the anger and hate, Lost in thoughts of my own simple fate.