Heading to and from school I'd see him Everyday on the corner of Western and Division streets When I pass him he would wave ever so slightly Always the merchant, I thought with a smile Snow cones salesman to the end Many kids would line up, yelling flavors "You want to buy one," he'd yell at me from time to time Didn't he see my torn sneakers? And my hand-me-down clothes? Dead now is the snowconeman. He took my smile.