Gone- and Forgotten

I had a poetic idea last night when I went to bed But during the night that sucker just up and fled They say with age comes wisdom not there in youth But I cant remember anything, that's the sad truth I have been advised to always keep a pad and pen handy If I could read my hen scratches that would be just dandy Its a small miracle that I get any poems written at all My poor old brain does seems in a permanent stall I was thinking of starting a support group of some kind Interested? Call now, before the idea is gone from my mind...