<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511287" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Sweet Man (two poems)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Sweet Man</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wistfully, our noses pressed against the window<br>we'd watch the man rolling and kneading, <br>kneading sweet paste into a long, twisted snake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His big strong hands worked adeptly<br>as the smell wafted from the door.<br>Our mouths watered, our eyes grew big.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every now and then he'd look up and wink.<br>Sometimes he'd beckon us to come in<br>and we'd ask him lots of questions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What are those? ' 'What flavour are they? '<br>'Can we buy one for a penny? ' <br>He'd never answer, he'd just carry on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On good days, without saying a word, <br>he'd bag up some scraps and give us all a treat.<br>'How much, mister? ' We'd ask.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Get out of it' he'd say and hand us each a bag <br>with a warning about our teeth<br>and 'I'll never make a bloody living like this'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sweet Man</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kneading and rolling, rolling and kneading<br>sweet sticky paste beneath hard hands clinging<br>we watched mesmerized with taste buds tingling, <br>our pockets empty, no pennies jingling.<br>Nowadays sweets come in packets, no mess, <br>just pretty wrappers and advertisements<br>I miss those days of hunger I confess, <br>those days of dreams and youthful wonderment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twisting and turning the long sausage paste<br>all cough candy flavoured that in its way<br>not only showed off his handsome, strong face <br>but also his softer, fatherly ways</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh sweet, sweet man do you still knead and roll<br>You're sweets never so sweet as your sweet soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ruth+Walters">Ruth Walters</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511287" data-title="A Sweet Man (two poems) de Ruth Walters" data-description="A Sweet Man Wistfully, our noses pressed against the window we'd watch the man rolling and kneading, kneading sweet paste into a long, twisted snake. His big strong hands worked adeptly as the smell wafted from the door. Our mouths watered, our..."></div> </div> </div>

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