The backwards dreams of yesterdays
will fail to bring to light
foundations blurred, an oblique haze
of why these tears this night.
That we seemed rather happy ones
stirs up nostalgic woe,
in realizing we were pawns
to selves we did not know.
Man’s happiness is oft pretend,
cast grim for other’s view.
The happy man makes no amend
and to himself lives true.
(posted for Open Link Night at DversePoets)