There was a day
When we were in luck
And heard the sound
Of the ice cream truck.
We would ask our parents,
With gleaming eyes,
To buy us a cone
Of any size.
And with a few cents
Chose creams we loved best.
Then, we had, to ourselve,
An ice cream fest.
Today, ice cream trucks
Don't patrol our streets
Or our fun way of
Buying ice cream treats.
In my hometown is this habit a long gone times habit, no more ice cream along our frontdoors, all sorts of ice cream we can buy in the nearby restaurants or ice cream shops. Excellently worded, this poem about buying ice cream in the past 5 Stars Topscore
The good old days. Just not the same now. Great poem! Loved it. Five stars*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem that also arouses nostalgic memories of my childhood days.