Poem: I Miss...

I miss the things I used to do,

Without even thinking.

I miss getting around without a car,

And having no problem walking.

I miss days playing games with friends,

Without suffering after.

I miss feeling tired because I should,

Then sleeping and feeling better.

I miss enjoying long, hot showers,

And being out all day.

I even miss my job sometimes,

And certainly miss my pay.

I miss being fun and lively,

And the things that made me me.

I wish I didn’t have to miss,

The way I used to be.