I miss
What I miss is not the glittering gold,
Nor mansions vast with tales untold,
Not luxury cars or vacations grand,
But a humble life with a roof to stand,
Enough to live with modest means,
In the quiet, where true peace gleams.
What I miss is not the brunettes bright,
Nor blondes with hair like morning light,
But a simple, loving woman near,
To share in days both bright and drear,
A partner true in life's embrace,
A steady love, a tender grace.
What I miss are not the tech displays,
From Apple II to modern craze,
Not video games or gadgets new,
But a simple phone to see me through,
To speak with friends and foes alike,
To bridge the gaps, to take the hike.
What I miss are not the fleeting friends,
From social media’s latest trends,
But those few hearts who truly care,
To share our lives, the burdens bear,
To talk of past and present days,
In laughter's light, in sorrow’s haze.
What I miss are not the kin who seek,
For wealth, for gain, for favors weak,
But kith and kin who selfless be,
Just wanting nothing, just wanting me,
Their presence pure, their love so true,
In their embrace, life’s skies turn blue.
What I miss are not grand sacred halls,
Temples, churches with echoing calls,
Nor gurus wise or rituals old,
But a quiet place where I can hold,
A moment still, to meditate,
To feel the divine, to resonate.
Copyright © Jay Narain | Year Posted 2024
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