The lack of those little things
Having us wonder why
Our lack of those little things
Ushers a pitiful sigh

Frequenting past memories
O what might have been
Stressing and guessing
That old yet relevant scene

Nips and Tucks for those little stucks
That finesse I could not find
Yearning for those times again,
To remove thy finger from rewind.

Hand up high, or put the head in
Tomorrow pondering , O what might have been.
Illiterate to those times past being
To those times of silence we,ve all seen.