My Immortal SoulA Poem by Tate MorganI thought a while then with a smile said that"happy" was my goal "There might be hope for mankind yet and for your immortal soul"I watch my son embark on life and I wish him all the best His way will be no easier than it's been for all the rest
The first child's life is the hardest as they blaze their new found trails Upon their shoulders rides the weight of siblings, hopes and travails
An old woman once asked of me as she touched upon my fears "What do you want your son to be when he reaches adult years"
I thought a while then with a smile said that"happy" was my goal "There might be hope for mankind yet and for your immortal soul" We might just ask too much of each newly born generation Expecting them to build upon the previous foundation
It's pride that tweaks our vanity in damned pride our soul believes Why is it only through this pain that by love, our soul relieves I'll have that old woman to thank when I swim the great expanse There I'll make for the distant bank where fate may grant me that chance © 2024 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5 StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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