A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

The Golden Years

They tell us that life is a joyous play,
To enjoy every day.
But they never listen to us when we say
That happiness was not meant to feel this way.

They tell us that these are our golden years.
That there's no need for fears.
No need for tears.

But when I look back to my past,
With a looking glass,
I can't see a single day I enjoyed
Without it being interrupted by the painful void.

I don't think these are my golden years,
Because they're full of fears.
And they're full of tears.

So no, I don't think of life as a joyous play.
I see it as a game of wither and decay.
I don't see happiness in this way,
And I won't settle for this kind of "good" day.