I at one time used to write. I wrote peoms, shorts stories, themes, notes, songs, etc. Even if it was just a line or two of some wonderful words of profound wisdom. Damn it though, I used to write! I used to be artistic too. (paintings, drawings, small sculptures) Anyway, my point is, I was outside (smoking- never in the house) and I wrote, in my mind, one of the most beautiful poems I have written in a long time. BY THE TIME I GOT FROM THE DOOR TO THE COMPUTER (10 ft) I had lost all of it via my family. I couldn't even get out the first stanza. Damn, shit ,  *&%, @#$$. I was gorgeous. Now it's gone. 

                      Thanks for the love kids / dad

five minutes- all I needed was five minutes, Three words, then one, then none.

              Now, the boy is sceaming and the girl is running.

             By for now