Forgotten to Write Down

I have forgotten to write it down, That Idea I had for this poem How careless of me! How irresponsible, To have forgotten this great Idea Which once comforted and soothed My aching mind. Darn it all, if I could just recall A glimmer, a trifle, perhaps a color… But no, they all elude me. I have no clues, no leads to follow- Nothing to call my own on the bare plain of this wretched imagination. For shame; it was such a lovely idea too, All crisp and new, just breathing for the First time. Now it shall never be seen, read, heard, For it has been lost to the barren Confines of my mind, those dark woods From which no Ideas return. What a pity, for the tender, lovable Idea to have such a sorrowful fate! And what of I, it’s great Creator, What shall become of me now? For this poem is due in ten minutes And I am without an idea.