I hate when I forget things...

The other day I was thinking about a post I wanted to make here. But today I am sitting down to write it and I forgot all of it...grrrr.
It was flowing from my mind in such a poetic manner. It was so perfect. But now its lost in the chasm of my brain like so many other things.
I tend to wax poetic when I am alone talking to myself preparing to say things out loud but then when the time comes it all hides from my mouth. Or in this case my fingers. Why does it not return? Why can't I remember what it was I wanted to say?
So since I don't have anything eloquent to write I will leave you with this beautiful poem from someone else's mind....lol.

Here is my favorite poem....

The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;           Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,           And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.           I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.