POEM STARTER

‘And with a final bow, the thought was gone.’

Write a poem about a fleeting thought, ending with this line.

Fleeing Thought

Ever get that fleeing thought, You know the one you spend all night thinking about But by morning with a final bow, the thought was gone. Ever get that fleeing thought, You know the one where you spend all night thinking of all these flourishing thoughts But by morning with a final bow, the thought was gone. Ever get that fleeing thought, Where you finally figure out a way to conquer life & you gain the courage & confidence to do everything in your power to make things right But by morning with a final bow, the thought was gone!
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