scratching the itch

each age to its own itch
that needs scratching.

the candy when young, the cone
of ice cream.

the ringing of the truck,
the music
playing as you salivated

and thought about that nutty
buddy
in your hand.

a bike, a game.
a tree to climb.

then the itch for love, or sex,
call it what you
may.

those teenage years of wonder
and confusion.

then money became an itch.
a place
of your own.

a car. clothes.

then a wife, perhaps. kids.
a picket fence, a dog. a yard
to mow.

but then what.
what's the itch now, at this
grand age?

a good book.
a gentle kiss.
conversation.

a poem..