I heard him call me out today,
His voice was loud and clear.
Though hidden in my harried life,
His plea I still could hear.

The din of music and TV,
Could never drown him out,
For what he has to tell me,
Is important, there's no doubt.

He calls me to a sweeter life,
A world of joy and bliss;
A life where childhood dreams come true,
He promises me this.

Dreams - it's said - are for the young,
But he invites me still.
For in him dreams can still come true,
If we only yield our will.

A certain enchanting pleasure,
Is in his happy voice,
He has delights in store for me,
But I must make the choice.

Not all my neighbors heed his voice,
Though his offer is open to all,
Perhaps it is the price they fear,
That cheapens his sweet call?

For what he offers is not free,
But it brings joy and so much worth.
If only they knew his wonders,
O' what joy! What delight! What mirth!

And so I haste to sacrifice,
That he to me would give,
That daily, sweet, inviting bliss,
That I may joyfully live.

My offering in my hand I hurry,
And my yearning yet hopes on,
But when his call at last I answered...

...

The Ice Cream Man was GONE!


[It's been so long since I wrote this one I couldn't tell you for sure what inspired it, but it had to have been a summer day when the ice cream man was out peddling his goods, his loudspeaker at full blast.  I don't answer his "call" as much as I used to, but I still drool like Pavlov's dog when I hear the music.

I thought this was a fun turnabout on the sappy e-mails most of us get every other day (what the folks at Snopes.com call "glurdge").  You know the ones.  If you end up forwarding this little bit of frivolity, just promise me you won't add any nonsense about the "miracle blessings" your addressees will get if they forward it to 15 more people.  In my experience, the other 15 people won't care anyway.]