Going promptness today for fourth last poem of our month-long Na/GloPoWriMo saga, with a simple little rhyme, wishing on simpler little times…
A Simple Life
There once was a man of little worry
Who lived life with no real hurry
He never ran, he never scurried
For life it was so fine
He whistled a happy little tune
And happily hummed from morn to noon
He ate his meals with a silver spoon
That’s just the way it was
Time went by, and life was swell
He lived it big, he lived it well
Right up till the death knell
He had no real complaints
A short little story
Of no great acclaim or glory
Nor fate most great or laudatory
And that is all my friend
Musings of an Eclectic Soul 
Capturing the beauty of simple life. It’s amazing .. fabulous ! Makes me feel relaxed.