Goodnight

I sat down To write a poem about The way things used to be But I can't remember Much before dinner So that thought's eluding me Then I thought A poem about The life I'm living now What came across Was one big yawn Perhaps a bit too loud Then it occurred to me Maybe the poem should be Set in the near future Before I even began That light grew dim So that path I didn't venture Now here I am With pen and paper in hand In this conundrum of what to write Until that time The poem I find I'll just kindly say goodnight