Turned Upside Down Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Turned upside down,
That frosted glaze.
Savored.
To have it around...
When wished in those old days.

Turned upside down,
That frosted glaze.
Savored.
But today a flavor fading,
Sours.
By the hour.

Getting sour by the hour.
A wanted frosted taste.
It's getting sour by the hour.
That flavor once to favor.
And leaving frowns around,
Found.

Turned upside down,
And given the boot!
Turned upside down,
What had been favored.
It's upside down and ripped from roots,
Planted.
But now has panic on the loose.

Getting sour by the hour.
A wanted frosted taste.
It's getting sour by the hour.
That flavor once to favor.
And leaving frowns around,
Found.

Turned upside down,
That frosted glaze.
Savored.
To have it around...
When wished in those old days,
Eliminated; gone and not to save.