Lessons for TateA Poem by Tate MorganLife isn't easy. It isn't meant to be. I'm not one who believes finishing 3rd is winning. We do children a disservice awarding them trophies for participation. Life is a struggle beginning to end.Tatortot and I. A few years ago These scars I wear each tell a tale of moments I'll never forget When loves spark, had once left it's mark and the fates had called in their debt
My legs torn by years of abuse racing horses like all my kin I'd gone down hard, leaving them scarred the limestone would tear off your skin
But these were offerings of note in a life spent chasing ideals Testing extremes, of my own dreams run down more than once by the wheels
Son you can't live your life afraid of each danger that comes your way So play the odds, tempt the damn gods rise up and face each new born day
When you are but old and feeble with your grandchild upon your knee Tell your stories, of life's glories show him the scars so he can see
A life spent cowering from pain will leave you so aching inside The gift you'd miss, from life's sweet kiss knowing you never even tried Younger days when I believed. "Ill sleep when I am dead.
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Added on October 25, 2012Last Updated on November 26, 2024 Tags: love AuthorTate 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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