Bitter In The Winter Of Your Discontent Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If you know a love sought,
Isn't where you are.
And has not been.
When will you awaken,
From that wishful thinking?
You attend with repeated heartbreaking.
Again and again.
What point are you really making?

You wish to receive warm hugs,
On faces quick with grins.
What season of life,
Have you found yourself stuck in?

If you know a love sought,
Isn't where you are.
And has not been...
You either neither need it!
Or...
You are frozen with resentment,
Bitter in the Winter of your discontent.