UNTASTED FLAVOUR OF LIFE

An ice cream seller with pedals never at rest,

Making all taste life's sweet delight.

Ice cream held no charm for his little ones.

Their grumbling tummies wish only for filling meals.

He never lets his foe above, staring down

To make his icy hopes encased, drip down.

The frozen treat is secure in a trunk,

But he arrives with a melting forehead.

The smiles and the glowing eyes of young lives 

stream out of homes, with chinks of little coins, in merry.

He scoops not just ice into colorful cones

But joy into hearts, flavor into salivating mouths.

He flies around spilling broad smiles

And serving delight, with every scoop.

He adds taste and hues to lives vivid,

Yet in his heart, he's lost his flavor.

Selling joy for innocent smiles

Blooming on faces, young and old

He, content with their happiness,

Can't find his own when the sun goes down.

He comes cycling his growing toil and strife,

Live's joys and shades, lost in the grind of life.

The jingle of his bell rings joy in every dwell,

But his own life, still a recipe left untasted.