The Friendly's Truck

 

I saw a Friendly's truck stride

down the highway

it said on it's back "Follow Me to Friendly's!"

Years ago,

I would have said, "Let's follow it, let's get some ice cream! Huh? Can we?"

Years ago,

I would have said, "Please, Mom, please, can't we? Can't we get some sugar?"

Little did we know.

Years ago,

I would have said, "There's something down there, over there, see it?

Do you see it? Do you see the pot 'o gold beyond the rainbow?"

Years ago, I would have said,

"What would have Kerouac have seen? Would he have fed upon the

hummingbirds? Would he have fled to San Francisco? Would he have fed himself among the fog?"

Years ago...I could'nt...I can't...

This is their chance at making money,

"Follow me to Friendly's!",

they say that just to make some

money, but

they aren't very

good

at it,

are they?

 

I can't see it,

but I admire those who

do, but I can't...

I can't see the pot o' gold

beyond the rainbow, it's too far for me to see,

it's for those people who are so very still, who still

believe in the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,

those who push the dream too far, those

who know, those who know

the truth, those who know

what the gold is made of

beyond the rainbow,

this is...

this is for those who haven't given up, given the

gold to the

pawn shap, those who

haven't given up

quite

yet,

the cat

hasn't sat

quite

yet.

 

Not yet,

not yet,

where life

is?

Reviews

[Damien Dsoul]

Bright and sparkly is the outside, and yet the inside is something else. Your poem starts with a tone of youthful excitement adn childish wonder in it's first stanza, but the secnd gives way to sadness and realisation. The third, however, begs to question: this is more like deliving into the changing character of human thought and wonder as to what Life hides and tries not to reveal.