When I’m gone br what will I miss br the warmth of dawn br with the sun’s first kiss, br the sunset and the sky at night br with the moon and stars br all shining bright. br The four seasons when they call br winter, spring, summer and fall, br the glow around our loving home br that repels all thoughts to roam. br However, I am not going just yet br too much more here to enjoy br before I kick br that preverbal bucket.