The Things I Miss

I miss the morning jogs I took,
When I was but a boy;
I miss the fast-paced western book,
I often read for joy.

I miss the treks o’er untamed hills,
Of my youthful days;
I miss the multitude of thrills,
When boating river ways.

But more than these, I know I miss,
My maiden’s lips so sweet;
When placed aside my Esther’s kiss,
Oh, none of these compete!

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