I miss my mother
I miss my dad
I miss the days
Good or bad
I miss my sisters
And my brother
I miss a cuddle
From my mother
I miss the sun
The pouring rain
I miss my childhood
And the runaway train
I miss my lovers
And all my friends
I will miss my helper
On whom I depend
I miss the days by the sea
I miss the rambling
Wandering so free.
You see I'm slowly expiring
I'm aged one hundred and three
Reflecting on my lifetime
It was good,don't you agree.