Youth

A poem about enjoying youth before it's too late.

My sweet Button, please do run,
Frolic, sashay, enjoy the sun.
But remember, when time nears,
Avoid the grip of grown-up fears.
Escape the worries, the woes,
Bask in your youth, before it goes.



This poem consists of 6 lines. 
The syllable structure is 7, 8, 7, 8, 7, 8
The rhyme scheme is a,a,b,b,c,c