The Ice-cream Effect

From all the things

That I could’ve possibly chosen

On that one grey morning of November

I chose to phase out on a bench

Eating vanilla ice cream

While reeling through the years

Of my existence

Spawning the thoughts I have thought

The places I’ve been to

The songs and lullabies I’ve heard

 

The tall and lonesome block

Across the pond across my bench

Fits right into the momentum

Gained by my little mind’s adventure

 

This whole saga

Of travelling everywhere

While standing still

Is interrupted by some children

Appearing from across the hill

They have no chill

Asking for no bill

They want to know my name

My purpose

 

I tell them about my times

Give them a few rhymes

They oblige and I grin

For a pleasure so thin

I bid farewell to the young souls

And throw the ice-cream wrap into the bin

Resuming thus my persistence

Over the daily adversities

And beyond