Life's Laments

Life's Laments

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

I spent this life a burning flame Forged eternally on the run I have only myself to blame For the things that I have done

"

Payton and I


My granddaughter Payton and I contemplating the mysteries of the universe.




Winds of change follow where I go

sirens cry o'er the sea

For what I wished I'll never know

songs they sing all speak to me

 

Had I missed a chance at ardor

to play, to run or to roam

Perhaps if I'd traveled farther

somewhere else I might call home

 

These the thoughts of a selfish heart

from love I could not render

Once loneliness had torn apart

all feelings that were tender

 

The hallowed heart I’d wished to find

most this life spent running to

Was never known to be too kind

longed for what it never knew

 

I spent this life a burning flame

forged eternally on the run

I have only myself to blame

For the things that I have done

 

These truths of life come slow to some

lessons I learned the hard way

It’s not the night that one runs from

it’s light of our darkest day

 

My wife has settled me a bit

such a handsome girl is she

She has my heart and well knows it

a better man lives in me

 





© 2021 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
I am forever looking back upon the road I traversed. I don't always like what I see. But I have for reasons unknown to me always been able to see the better angel of my nature. I look into the hopeful eyes of my granddaughter and see the beautiful soul of innocence. It is for that hope that I strive to be a better man.

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Mr Tate,you are a very nice man.the way you love your family,the great poems you have composed about them makes me view you as a Legend. a legend of your family.am being plain real.
No lie,i like your poem.
God bless you!.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

12 Years Ago

You are a gentleman and a scholar
Emrick

12 Years Ago

Thank you.
Imagine a world - right there beckoning us into it - where in love with the woman his heart grows into the man, becomes his wholeness, and he is entirely the heart, his girl, himself, and the past a thing diminishing with each synchronous pulse into the oneness he has been seeking; history a vanishing plague, displaced by the unity they with courage have become.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

12 Years Ago

Thank you very much
An exquisite poem. Your pictures always amplify the emotion in your pieces. Well done

Posted 12 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

12 Years Ago

thank you
Falling Leaf.

12 Years Ago

No trouble at all
with the ones you love, look forward.

Posted 12 Years Ago


wow this is so beautiful ....such a lovely write

Posted 12 Years Ago


Lovely write , we live and learn.

Posted 12 Years Ago


How did I know this one would come about! lol. I love it in every way...as always Tate. Such a talented soul you are!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Tate you amaze me. Thank you for sharing your words with me.

Posted 12 Years Ago


We must first be happy with ourselves before we can accept all that life brings our way .. I like you poem ..
And we must ever strive to become a better self, and Truly recognize what we see in the mirror ..

Jasmine

Posted 12 Years Ago


I think every person on this earth, and yes every single person, will look back at some point in their lives and see something they weren't happy doing. It's part of living. Having people there to lift us up, is a wonderful feeling though isn't it? Too many dwell on the bad things, to see that little light shining. Very well done Mr. Morgan, as all your pieces are. ^_~

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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