Ice Cream Cones

Ice cream cones on a summer day
melt with great rapidity
lick, lick
cone and fingers
no chance to linger
savor or
prolong

Life gobbled up
before you start living
leaving you wondering
where you went wrong.

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6 Responses to Ice Cream Cones

  1. bwcarey says:

    take the cone into the shade first, it lasts longer that way, amen

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  2. jensenempire2551 says:

    Do we always question our lives?

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