It's sunny out today,
beautiful weather,
the best we've had in months.

I could be out for a walk,
reading on a sunny boulder in the woods
or even at the beach, listening to the tides.

But here I am, sitting at my desk
writing about what I should be doing
and listening to the children play and the birds sing.

I guess it's a habit.
Not going out.
I got used to it when I had no friends to play with.

I was always inside,
reading, writing,
or attached to a screen.

Never out playing street hockey
or basketball
with the other kids.

I guess I'm used to
shopping concerts and eating
by my self.

But I still miss
those days when I had the chance
to run and jump and shout.

Now here I am,
full of self pity
for opportunities missed and friends never made.