At first, I thought the poet was describing the joy in one little boy's life. At the end, I realized the poet was doing just that, remembering his own life, and mourning those moments that came and went all too quickly. I was a little sad at the end. The boy had no idea what he had, or what he lost, and probably won't for years to come. The poet misses his childhood, and the carefreeness that came with it. It took me as the reader back to times in my childhood when the hotdog really was my whole world at that moment.

Nicely done, G.