March Monster Poem

Chomped hours and youth.

Adios March monster?
Milleniums dance party?
Chart-topping savings?
The pursuit of Keeping Up?

Youth follows winter’s trail,
Smart phones have prevailed!

Like texting black holes.
Skate or die in summer said Achilles.

You like winter are perhaps unkind.
You like spring are perhaps less blind.

Misfit full of warmth.
Age’s vision is small,

Youth is love and bold,
We grow weak and cold.

Reboot because we no longer rewind.

March Monster by OptivioN