I had a poem
all written for you,
then my browser crashed
before it went through.
T’was a good one too;
all about my day,
talked about how things
seemed to go my way.
But my luck ran out
or so it would seem.
Now the poem’s gone,
nothing but a dream.
There is no way for
me to hit rewind
and recall it from
deep within my mind.
It’s gone forever,
with the sands of time,
wand’ring ’round the land
of forgotten rhyme.
