Ode To A Demoted Flow Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Energy I once had I thought to be everlasting,
Has slowed.
Each day I get up to quickly seek rest,
From all the mindlessness that gets me upset.
And yet...
Even an ode to a demoted flow,
Can not perk up an interest to feed and digest...
An appetite I had when young,
When someone stunning on my path had come....
To excite those forgotten and dormant feelings.

Even an ode to a demoted flow,
Can not stir up a request...
From anyone I wish to hold close.
To then whisper lowly under a slightly heard breath,
A patience be granted upon me to be bestowed.
While I digress in the hopes,
A part of me will remember what it was I did next...
Once I had a clear vision of being aroused!