I’m missing hair that used to be there. I comb over what little I have to hide the shine. I’m missing teeth so I can’t eat beef. I smile less to mind the gap. I’m missing time. I miss my mind. Sometimes words are hard to find. I’m missing peace though I mostly sleep. I’m missing the memories I wish I could keep. When I forget what I should be concerned about, old age isn’t so bad. Sometimes, I miss missing what I had.