Winter Of Discontent

This winter of discontent,

has  left me worn and spent;

like a hit and run accident,

where has the spring went?

It’s been a winter of discontent,

snow’s piled high, and no sign of stopping.

There seems no end to what the sky is dropping,

falling down like frozen tears.

Sit back and wait until it clears,

Eventually everything disappears

You could have been a gent,

and just came and went.

without turning this into an event,

this winter of discontent.

We’ve all had our fill,

who’s going to foot the bill ?

Talk about over kill.

Enough is enough,

no more of this stuff.

It’s been the winter of everyone’s discontent,

Spring would seem heaven sent.

You didn’t have to go to this extent,

I think the intent,

is more than evident.

Play it off like a game,

the results will be the same.

I wasn’t meant to win,

when there’s no end in sight, where do you begin ?

Someone’s hell bent,

on this being the winter of my discontent.


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