Ice Cream Bar Poem by Bill Grace

The young entrepreneurs a gift to the neighborhood
not quite a Mom and Pop store - their shop
wise enough not to take on Walmart
I believe it is called a niche market.

Perhaps it is the bright pink colors
perhaps it is the Latin music
or the outside lights and tables and chairs
or the families
perhaps it is the bouncy teen workers.

Yes, it is the youth I buy!
Remembrance of a time long ago
when I was young.


Bill Grace