The Ice Cream Man
The Ice Cream Man ©luvMIdog
I could feel myself sweat
sitting in front of the air conditioner
I only went outside to check the mail
and there he was
A little old Mexican man
pushing an ice cream cart
with the sun pounding down
beating the life out of him
I heard the little bell ringing
as he walked toward me
I ran inside to get a dollar
for coconut on a stick
Same guy walking down the streets
day after day frying in the sun
handing over cold ice cream
and ringing the bell
I never really wanted the ice cream
I just respected the man
quiet man working hard in the heat
every day melting the tread off his boots
I still think of him though I moved away
They say he's gone no one hears his bell anymore
He just vanished like so many other
hard working friendly faces
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