Does not matter who you are
Nor if you’re old or young
There’s something that cannot replace
The joy of cold on tongue
A drippy melting ice cream cone
Devoured in summer’s heat
It harkens back to childhood days
Of much desired treats
Running when you heard that tune
What craze those bells did foment
Sweaty palms clutched precious coins
Hard saved for just this moment
A ritual of childhood bliss
Returns with every lick
The crumple of that wrapper and
The gnaw on wooden stick
And though I’m getting on with age
I will not lose delight
Indulging in those chilly sweets
Good thoughts in every bite
Those memories like summer wane
We need to stash and savour
It makes me long for simpler times Wish nostalgia were a flavour…
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