Life is like ice cream,
It can cool you off
On a hot summer's day.
It will hypnotize you with it's
Multicolored sprinkles and syrups.
Yet, if you do not consume it
Fast enough it will melt.
It will drip so rapidly
That thinking of it will cause
Disgust and revulsion.
The ice cream will have lost all meaning.
It will merely be what it had been.
Nothing more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The reason I am here is obvious. Hello from Athens, I welcome your Ice Cream and you, will you be my friend? I like your poem and your carefully chosen vocabulary. Contact?