Last night I had this amazing poem, br stuck in my head, br But much to tired, I thought, “Oh I’ll remember.” br and jumped into bed! br Now this morning, try as I may, br I cannot remember, br what this poem was about! br Love….snow…or winter! br I wish I could remember because it was br both beautiful and bright, br If only I had taken the time br to simply sit and write! br Now you my dear reader, br will simply have to trust, br This poem was lovely, br but now its not here, br And this poem about nothing br is merely a distorted mirror, br Of what this perfect poem br Was to be, br But I guess we’ll just have to imagine, br Both you, and me. br br To all the poems that should have been, but we were to lazy to write them......