Days are much sweeter

With the simple things

A scoop of ice cream

From a truck that rings

Its iconic chimes

Up and down the street

Luring neighborhood kids

On flip-flopped feet

To feast on a mix

Of sugar and cream

Filling them up

With childhood dreams

Wouldn’t days be sweeter

Though we’re now grown up

Enjoying simple things

Like sugar and cream from a cup?

Or a cone (if you wish)

Your troubles today

Would melt into the fun

Of yesterday