I love this word, it is like a remnant of the past,
it explodes on the scene but never seems to last,
an application of spirit and energy and even dare
I say muscle and intellect, something now so rare.
As I climb the steps of my imagination now slow,
it once was quick, two or more, certain I’d know,
where I was going and what would be at the top,
never realizing I’d find beyond this a long drop
into a far less vigorous state, where I’d sit thinking
what I’d not give to avoid the feel of energy sinking.