Like the kid in the candy store
I stand looking at the things I adore
Sweet little treats as I shuffle my feet
To choose one of the many is an incredible feat
To climb in suspense the eyes stair at the case
Jar upon jar if lemon drops break the jaw and face
Something soft and chewy or gooey like tar
Surly that is the factor, but what about the bar
It is getting chocolate I lost track of time
Mind you I must decide now to unseal this piece of mine
Which lucky strike it rich caramel will it bee
Bit O honey, chick o stick, or gumdrops for me
The hour marches to long I drop to my knees
Crying out in fear I plea for more time
I must decide, but I only have this dime
All week I have waited and eaten all my peas
To many choices why would they do this to me
If only I had a whatchamacallit or 100 grand
With those this choice would be easy to see
Then the owner hands me a bag and says one of each off the stand
My eyes watered and my heart ignited
In complete disbelief and utterly excited
I took one of each as high as I could reach
The owner chuckles and says if only candy could teach.
Wonderful poetry in classical style, i love them from both ends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed reading this one, Thomas....10++++++