Wasted Breath Poem by Fulem Lenny-Dave

I heard of a man downtown,
Adventure never knew his touch.
News even reached the crown,
That this fellow has wasted much.

There are many things misused daily,
What difference could his deed be?
They said the king gave breath to many,
And this youth took the largest share.

Every inhale brings opportunities,
It can be used to do so much.
A gift with so much possibilities,
How could this lad squander such?

When the Books of Actions was opened,
No step had been taken on ideas he birth.
And so downtown the tale was spoken,
That this fellow had wasted breath.