One day in a meadow

One day in a meadow,
there was a young fellow.
Spoiling his days among flowers,
he wasted time dreaming for hours.

With success and happiness the only thing he seeks,
his hours soon became days and his days became weeks,
and as weeks turned into months and months into years,
there was no time for thoughts nor fears.

And as his life raced by sixty minutes per hour,
he still had the time to Google what will rhyme, maybe flower?
But he didnt care cause soon you too will be gone,
having wasted your time, reading this stupid pom!

Reviews

[Maddy Stillman]

I really like the simplicity of this. The message is clearly presented to the reader in a charming and bubbly way. My favorite line was "Spoiling his days among flowers." I love the use of the word "spoiling" in that context. Nice work :)