Remembering Authenticity
We cry
when we are born
and soon enough find jollity
easily forsworn,
led astray by misplaced
faith and the lure of vainglorious and trumpeted
ambition. Are we disgraced
when accepting honesty disabled
by plastic prophets of authority,
the seduction of unattainable skill?
Why is simplicity
in adulthood regarded as an ill?
When all the tinselled trappings are gone
are we not the best of ourselves alone?