Is it too much to wonder thereat?
Or is one too entranced by ideals
To enjoy what has been earned,
By dint of hard work, of dire chances
Taken…only to feel as though twere
Pointless to pretend, to even try.
Windfalls received and apportioned fail
To win the desired reactions, understood
Only days after the fact when sleep lay
As a newborn is far from old age, teased
And drawn away at the last when close;
Resentment grown and stickily caught.