Why I should keep a notepad beside my bed.

Drifting to sleep,
Cozy in my bed,
The most perfect of rhymes,
Inside of my head.

The verses melodic,
Stanzas so witty,
A poem so touching,
Funny or gritty.

I repeat it a few times,
To deeply engrain,
It into my memory
Etched in my brain.

But when morning comes,
The lightening dawn,
My poetic perfection,
Sadly, is gone.