I Remember...

I Remember…

They say time flies

And it really flies when you’re having fun.

I remember having fun

And remembering is fun but not as much as having fun.

We had fun when we loaded up in that station wagon

The one with paneling on the sides

And made a road trip

For nothing more than to get ice cream.

It took a long time

To get to the middle of nowhere and that old country store

And I got rocky road

Two big dips that topped a cake cone with wrapping wrapped around it

We would eat fast

Because it was ice cream and it was hot as the dickens

And those two do and don’t go well together.

When it was really hot

The ice cream didn't last long and would melt

Melt right before your eyes.

We would lap it up fast

 as we could savoring every last drop

Sometimes it would drop

To the ground and you would realize that

That’s just the way it is and nothing lasts forever while we’re here

And you could stand there

Crying over spilt milk or rocky road ice cream

Or you could just

Take the next lick and the next if there was one left.

Enjoy what is

Not what was or could have been.

I remember climbing in and going

Back home and the trip was longer than before

Since the fun was over

Or so we thought and so time it did what they say

It stood still or came to a crawl

But really not as much as it does now sometimes

Since I remember and remembering is what you do

When you’re all but though

And you forget that when the cake cone

Is gone and you’re left all alone and you remember

that not only does time fly

It also melts

Little by little, second by second, moment by moment

It melts and it is gone

Except for what melts into what’s next.

Time flies and ice cream melts

So live and eat fast but not too…