When age has finally dimmed my heart and I
have long forgotten youthful fantasies
re-lived, within those sweltering misty Mays--
Ice-Cream-Summer-days. If my distaste
of leisure deems that I begrudge my neighbor's
pleasure in a repetitious tune--
mirthful herald of an icy sweet
delight. If walks beneath a summer moon
no longer spark this frigid heart, you’ll know
I will have then become one more old fart!
I hereby give you absolute permission:
Take me out and shoot me! In addition
tan my hide, stretch it, paint it green--
let children use it as a trampoline.
©2011
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Hear hear!
Lovely internal rhymes... and what heart that still beats doesn't leap a little at that wonderful little music-box tune made large by crackly speakers on a decrepit old van? When I was a kid the tinkle of choice was "Greensleeves", then we moved to a "Fur Elise" neighbourhood. The current van doing the rounds plays "The Way We Were" -- very apt, no?
It could be worse
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This is perfect for the weather here. I look forward to the ice cream trucks. I miss the tinkle of the old ones - the new ones are vans, and play hip hop music. I don't think that's progress.
Thank you for sharing!
PS. If you can, try your hand at giving some of the others a bit of feedback. If you already have, thanks, can you do some more?
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love the last four lines.
ice cream vans were real ice cream vans when i was a kid
