candy I stare like a kid
suddenly remember I am eighty-four
no longer need nor can handle those tastes.
A young sweet walks past, god how I remember
what I would have said back in '54.
I look into the candy store window again,
move my dentures a tad with a tongue,
too old too decrepit to ever taste again,
I say, to a young man near,
remember to brush your teeth.