Answer:
TITLE OF POEM: WASTED TIME
Don't waste the time
You might never regain a dime
Even though it's squeezed like lime
Then he realized when he went there
That he was only moving around circles here
Yet his time kept skipping like a deer
Until he understood it was only shadow
Unfortunately he has gone below
Without his trumpet to blow
Explanation:
I have been able to write a narrative poem titled, WASTED TIME.
In this poem, I revealed an individual who was advised not to waste his time. He didn't heed to the instruction. He got to a place where he wasted his time and died without having a chance to regain all that he lost. He wasn't alive to tell his story.
