Peaches

Peaches

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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His liver like a lace doily alcohol pickled him thin He'd been turned down, all over town no one ever took him in

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There was an old man, I once knew

Peaches was the name he used

He was the drunk, set on our trunk

his body old and abused

 Sharing his beer with an old horse

who caroused in the end stall

Each day by three, they'd walk by me

and stumble but never fall

 

His liver was a lace doily

alcohol pickled him thin

He'd been turned down, all over town

no one ever took him in

He drank his beer with ole Nellie

she could tip a bottle too

Swig and sway,  like Don Quixote

as they staggered, swirling, brew

 

We were headed for the races

this blustery afternoon

Each planned the trip, we had to ship

I knew we'd be leaving soon

From where we trained at the fairground

we carted them to the track

Where all would race, and take what place

each earned in front or in back

 

Peaches rode in back of the truck

so he could drink the whole way

My uncle said, he'd soon be dead

drinking had seen his decay

We sat apart from others there

he and I were best of pals

He'd tell me tales, of life’s travails

while I ogled all the gals

 

That day he shared a sordid tale

of pain he caused his own son

He had shouldered blame, bore the shame

for this thing that he had done

Back when he was just a young man

a pillar of support

He took his boy, his life’s great joy

to play their favorite sport

 

They went to a picnic that day

he had drank one too many

On the way, to watch his son play

of fears he hadn't any

His boy was riding in the back

not thinking they skipped the seat belt

He'd rolled his car, the door ajar

surprise was all he had felt

 

His boy was tossed out in a field

sweet clover of timothy

The child's light hair, seen lying there

 remembered so vividly

"I was a Veterinarian"

said Peaches to my surprise

"I went insane, called out in vain

but God never heard my cries"

 

"So now I ride where I belong

In back of my self-made bar

Hoping he, will come to take me

by tossing me from the car"

 Just then a tear fell from his cheek

the pain enveloped me too

Here cried a man, much deeper than

any of us ever knew




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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Who can truly say that only they know the heart of another soul? The sad truth of this is that it is a true telling of an actual event.The people I met through the years engrained their stories in my mind. Where I wrote them down and stored them. All I met there were at odds with life. So I suppose judge not lest you be judged. With Peaches I realized his fascination with me was partly my youth and part my resemblance to the treasure he had lost. May he find peace in his afterlife so denied him in life.


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"Here cried a man, much deeper than
any of us ever knew" This has a wonderful message, it reminds me so much of Shakespeare's "The Comedy of Errors" where Adriana says (one of my favorite Shakesperian quotes"

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
As much or more would we ourselves complain

This man deeply lamented a horror from his past, and in consuming guilt, he consumed alcohol to assuage his inner torment- and others throughout the town would never bother to guess his reasons for being a drunk, it's easier and more fun to just mock him for his weaknesses. Society is a vicious thing. I really enjoyed reading this, Tate, it's very well written and such a strong piece. Glad I happened upon your writings tonight! Great work.


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I worked at 7-11 for a while, working the overnight shift while going to school and it was there that I heard a similar tale of woe about the chum whom was buying Lysol to drink during my shift hepaid in change and I never counted it just let him take the can. It is a very sad moment when you hear stories like this and wonder what if that was me?

Good job on The Paget Meter, you have studied him well.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Read this couple of times. I love the narrative and the structure of this poem. Quite lovely!

Posted 12 Years Ago


stunning lines of poetry that were breathing life.

Just then a tear fell from his cheek
the pain enveloped me too
Here cried a man, much deeper than
any of us ever knew

makes you wonder

Posted 12 Years Ago


Thank you Tate, for entering your world of thoughts, and beautiful story telling. I loved the admosphere of this. It's true and magic.

E.L.

Posted 12 Years Ago


The narrative is crafty and engaging as it starts off with the description of the main character from the view of appearances, and the succeeding lines lay out the man's real essence, a man wracked by a lifetime of regret and unresolved torment. It is a common human flaw to divert the blame of a tragedy to God, first because it is convenient and second, there is no resistance or reply. Alcohol is the other escape that provides a deadening relief to the guilt the man feels and perhaps gives him the excuse to not accept responsibility for his own carelessness. The last lines about the tear show the realization of Remorse, which finally grips Peaches, and releases his grief for the lost son. Excellent presentation of a tragic story.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Very well written, and sad to read! Very sad that booze is still killing people to day, and killing others too!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Brilliantly written and presented. Your work shows the beauty in your heart and soul for that of nature, friends and family.

Posted 12 Years Ago


WOW! i was so engrossed while reading this..this is really deep and painful..thank you for sharing this story in such a beautiful way..I hope he finds peace too...Well done!

Posted 12 Years Ago


O.M.G! I would gladly sit with him and hear him out as well.

The feelings is pure and touches me to the core. So great tale TATE. ThankYou

Posted 12 Years Ago


It would have been such an honor to sit in the back of that truck with him while he shared his story. Such a deeply sad, remarkable story. You brought life to his memory in a wonderful way. A toast to Peaches.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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