Because It Is Bitter - Poem by Patti Masterman
The bitter root of a bitter heart
Afflicts, for all one's days,
For the bitter blood there cannot transmute
Cold stone, into loving gaze.
The bitter end of a bitter life
Leaves bitterness scattered round,
And the bitter husk, of a bitter man
Lies unquiet, in the stony ground.
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