Years from now
when you are old
with grey hair
wrinkled skin and
a walking stick
with scarce memory
of days bygone
You decide to walk back
tracing every step
relishing every moment
spent on a beautiful life
occassionly
you will come across a guy
asking you money
on behalf of a guy
who has his hands dipped in
chocolate and icecream
well, I tell you now.
thats my shopekeeper
who lends me
chocolate and icecream
to help me wait a little longer
So yeah, you better start saving money
to return him on your trip
down memory lane.
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