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...
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