Watered Down Juice

I can still remember when I was nine,  the boy across the street made a sign.  His mother made pitchers of a drink aid, the cars would stop and we were paid.  We always said a big thank you,  many came back day after day we knew.  A business off the street we now ran,  it would have been great if we had a fan.  The days and sun were really hot,    a cold and refreshing drink they bought.  We did split fifty fifty of the cash,    a ton of cups made bags of trash.    We started selling really young,  as we yelled to cars with our tongue.  I can remember that summer well,    our skin needed a lot of healing gel.    Date Written: 1/29/2021 5 Place Watered-Down Juice Poetry Contest  Contest Judged:1/31/2021                     Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh  Note: This did really happen one very hot summer. Other kids played and the two of us made money.