The Lost poem:

You know when you think of something

Like rhyming in your head

Normally this happens when you

Are with out paper and pen.

You think of something magical

The best it’s ever been

Later you wish you wrote it down

Right there and then

Maybe you did write it down

But you cleared the board

Leaving you saying

“Oh, please help me Lord!”

Well the point of my writing

Is to just make this known

Never forget to write down

The very sad lost poem