How Sweet It Is
In life when I’m running a marathon race
on the rough and rocky road traversing the heath
across the rolling mounds, low and high,
I remember my childhood days
that flew away far in the virtual space
on the wings of an astral dove,
disappeared like a star in the galaxy.
I now search it in the milky way
as starburst chunky clouds float on the sky above.
In the good times like that of the jolly rancher
still alive in me in wraps of whoppers,
with my pockets full of goobers
and my hands grabbing bars of Kit Kat and Tootsie Roll
I got from the shop of Mr. Good Bar,
I still see me as one of the three musketeers
of the 5th Avenue whom people called smarties
tromping the streets in fancy snickers,
who played skittles and acted as lifesavers of the nerds,
telling them to not empty their 100 Grand pockets
on spending spree on pay day.
As my time approaches the zero hour
I go back to those candy days,
try to live in the sweet memory
lest I lose them now and later.
September 26, 2018
Contest : How sweet it is
Sponsored by : Carol Connell
Number of candy names used : 27
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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