Poem: Missing

Missing

Just walking for the joy of walking

Shooting baskets on a fall day

Roughhousing with my nephew

Singing without making people cringe

Getting in my truck, and just going

Doing what I want, when I want

Having a few after a tough day at work

Being able to even work at all

B******g about how much work sucks

Seeing something I want, and walking over to it

These are just some of the thing I used to take for granted,

and now I can’t do; I guess it’s the old me I’m missing