The Melting Ice-Cream of an Ice-Cream Truck

I could come back every year

I could, I could

I scream for ice cream every year

but each year my throat gets sorer

and the ice cream seems to not have moved

from the truck that stopped its work

it drips into the past

it melts out of my future

but it sticks

sticks as I sit in the back of the truck

licking overly sweet sweets off the floor

it is the ice-cream of my childhood

not the fruit pops at home

Reviews

[Ruth]

This reminds me of the innocence of youth and how things are so very different when we grow, some things we can't return to as we once thought...

[stargirl23]

I totally agree!

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

Great work there. Life is like that ice-cream truck. The ice-cream- which is liveliness and happiness of childhood- keeps on melting. Life goes on. As we grow up and learn about the ways of the world, we induce in ourselves stress, worry, anxiety and other stuff- stuff of which we had no idea when we were young. Amazing work. Keep writing.

[stargirl23]

I loved your thoughts on this, thank you!