Soda’s Serenade
Beneath a pop, the fizz awakes, a serenade of bubbles breaks.
A sip, a rush, the sweet cascade,
In shades of caramel, memories made.
A glass of nostalgia, ice cubes float,
Echoes of laughter, in each note.
Summer days, a soda’s clasp,
A moment’s joy in every gasp.
Yet, beneath the sugar, a whisper soft,
Of times changed, of sips oft.
A drink of youth, a taste of past,
In every gulp, a shadow cast.