MISSING LIFE

I miss my childhood, I miss my teens
I miss everything that happened in between

I miss my walks, I miss my talks
I also miss the good old ‘On the Rocks’

I miss the gatherings, I miss the meetings
I even miss the daily morning greetings

I miss the days, I miss the nights
I miss those bright and exciting daylights

I miss my rides, I miss my fights
I miss the occasional “love bites”

I miss my drinks, I miss my eats
I also miss a few heartbeats

I miss my dreams; I miss the screams
I miss the days of extremes

I miss my role, I miss my soul
I miss everything on the whole

I miss the beginning, I miss the ending
If I don’t say this, I’m #$%^&@ pretending