The old Spaniard

Nicely wrapped with cellophane layers in different colors,
Like beehives, hanged on a stick
Who carries them to each and every door step the Candyfloss.
Though I am a diabetic I buy one.
'Today's the daylight saving time begins' I reminded him.
Then he changed the hands of his old wrist watch.
[I murmured my silent prayer; 'Let his tiresome walk leads to a big candy factory one day! ]

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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