“Hey mister! Hey mister!”
“I want ice cream mister!”
A thirty something young man
Turns from his nail bitting.
“Yea son? what kind do you want?”
“ehh…gimme chocolate chip.”
“No, mint chip and chocolate Fudge.”
Gloves on now,
as he turns and sighs.
one for the dream he caught
one for the freedom he let go
He had a smile for that boy,
A seven year old overall shorts wearin,
Lanky, short haired, brown eyed boy.
“yea, whats up?”
the face looked up,
and his mouth depolarized
his eyes stayed the same
Like pinches on his eye edges
maybe quizzical, maybe fearful;
maybe hopeful, either way,
something hung from them.
“Can I get some toppings”
“Well sure, what kind do you want?”
“gimme sprinkles! and worms!”
“I want gummy worms!”
“alrighty then” and back to work
he looked down at his hands,
making sure they were stable,
or at least shook in the right way.
And his face was melting like his ice cream,
The snack which he did for 6.75.
As gravity paid an extensive toll
On his thinning pale, not white, face
“Hey mister! Hey Mister!”