Ice-Cream

The bag was hanging at an angle
And he was walking with a spring in his step
Traipsing to the music of the ice-cream bell
Singing at the top of his lungs

The man took out his usual fare
And handed the cone with a smile
The boy gleefully accepted it
Singing at the top of his lungs

The juices trickled down his throat
And his heart felt light
He started his way back home
Singing at the top of his lungs

The lights were unusually bright
And he shielded his eyes
He saw a man drive past him
Singing at the top of his lungs

The lights flashed a second time
And he saw the man come back
That’s when the boy stopped
Singing at the top of his lungs