New day in wonder land

As I wake up to another day
Open my eyes and look both ways
If my dogs aren't plotting to kill me
I can get out of bed slowly

Make coffee, turn on the news
Make plans what I should do;
There's pressure in being retired
-It's a state I've not acquired

Food will be an option
-The other day I had some..
But beer's on the agenda
For that I will surrender

Tennis is on the big screen
How I should have always been...
-Overhead lobs, backhand returns
That is me in my dreams for sure..

Centre Court at Wimbledon
Nice white shorts, young and handsome
Praising others after my win
And wishing them luck to try again

And you won't see me smash my racket
Cause I'd rather let a poor boy have it;
I play with a pride and dignity
The post-win press knows that of me

..But now I sit and sip my cup
It's the only trophy I hold up..
And if I don't go to the dens of sorrow
Maybe I'll do this again tomorrow