Miss

I miss cool crisp mornings playing outside.

I miss fishing with my high school friends.

I miss early morning swim practices,

And car pools with Coach at 5 a.m.

I miss tossing Christmas lights on the fire

To see the rainbow flames come to life.

I miss the ones who got me through my lows,

Standing by my side through the strife

I miss an eagle soaring up above.

I miss the bus to work yet again.

I miss an opportunity I want.

Does that even matter in the end?

I miss signs from the Universe or god, And I miss the point most of the time.

I miss the beauty that’s surrounding me When all I’m focused on is the climb.

I miss my friend Nick’s beautiful laugh And pink mints from Grandma Shindle’s jar.

I miss Great Uncle Bert’s crazy antics

And Casey’s smile, bright as a star.

So who cares if I miss a day of work

Or a rung on the corporate ladder.

Some of the things I miss, others pick up, But I don’t want to miss what matters.

I miss things because they’re here and gone.

I miss things because time moves on.

I miss things because I’m in my head.

I miss things because I get misled.

I miss things because I take the same old route.

I miss things because I hesitate or doubt.

I miss things because either me or life Just won’t slow down.