In a departure from my usual run of love songs, I wrote what I thought was a personal song about something other than love. Vicki informs me it is a poem, not a song. I include the chorus once, rather than repeating it between verses first verse one stanza, other verses two stanzas).

When I was young
They used to say
You will miss all this someday
Their words back then
Beyond my ken.
Now I wish today was then

CHORUS
Pay attention every day
Listen close to what they say
When it’s in your rearview mirror
You’re gonna wish that it was nearer

I didn’t get what they meant.
I knew theirs was good intent.
Thought I might miss things I could touch.
I didn’t think I’d miss them much

I was right, they were too.
What would I miss? I had no clue.
Unbridled joy, fresh sensation
I never paid too much attention

Awake I lie as boredom numbs.
Sleep no longer quickly comes.
Once sleep of the dead, as some folks said,
Swept o’er me, came to my bed

Today I start to look alive
Every day at half past five
The arms of Morpheus let me go
Sleeping in? I miss it so

It isn’t people places pets
Whose loss leaves me with deep regrets
I surely miss them all and yet
I know what I would like to get
A good night’s sleep