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.