The other day I was coming home by train
And a father with his two kids got into the compartment.
He bought them Icecream, and the second kid got all my attention.
He opened the paper cup, licked the underside of it,
with the veneer spoon he skimmed the outermost layer
lodging it on his tongue went blissful as it melted slowly there.
The sun was hot and the cup started melting faster than he wished.
He was forced to speed up his takes
And each time he did it reluctantly,
carving out the cream from the edges first.
But lo! Even after scraping the Icecream to its last trace,
The kid was left dissatisfied in the end.
I was amused to no little extent, finding it on his facial expressions
Until it suddenly dawned upon me,
I was as reluctant to leave my childhood while entering the youth
My manhood to admit I am senile.