Like the memories of sleeping until noon,
where all you had to do, was smile and do good, and you're home real soon.
Learn a little something, it wasn't too bad,
you got to see your friends, weren't you glad?

That little park, with swings so small now,
you used to think you could touch the sky, but you don't know how.
That little place, over by the creek,
it's where you and the others hung out, each and every summer week.

It's the small thing you notice every time that you pass,
now it's all gone, covered with stained window glass.
You never knew what you had, was actually gold,
you never really knew, the treasure you had, had the privilege to hold.

The dog you had, now dead and gone, so long, so long,
now you miss it's dreaded howling song.
Those friends you had in High School, eh, they were okay,
some were best dropping, it was better off that way.
But some you wish, you could see one last time,
oh how sweet that would be, much more melodious than any rhyme.

The little things count, from every step and smile of the day,
everything counts, in some little way.
So watch for the little things,
aye the children too,
because they know not what it means to live and miss the little things,
just like you do.

Those little things.