After a losing battle with a chocolate ice cream cone,
“All gone” was the cheer that marked the cessation of hostilities.
Paul’s face would hold the remnants of the victor's army.
Good-Humor is no longer, but kids can still battle ice cream cones.
In cases of splinters, mosquito bites, or dark closets
That might hold evil creatures,
Salve, tweezers or a flash light
Could summon relief : “All gone”.
Sadly, life’s journey can’t sustain us
With “open sesames” or Dad’s incantations.
We cease running down hills because
Only children do that... pity.
When I was young I played with children’s toys.
Now that I am grown I miss the magic... All gone.
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