Let the Mystery Be

Let the Mystery Be

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

It seems we never get enough attention from all our friends We seek to play, everyday in the vain hope it never ends

"


David Moore


   

It seems we never get enough

attention from all our friends

We seek to play, everyday

in the vain hope it never ends

 

As writers we are a vain bunch

never satisfied with ourselves

Making wonders, of life’s blunders

that will then sit upon our shelves

 

From each of the great poets here

we search for that kindly spirit

Seeking such proof, tempered by truth

In hopes we can stand to hear it

 

We all seek the purpose of life

through our friends we each spread our wings

With each letter, we get better

from that comes the joy writing brings


There will be a wonderful bar

for all the friends that we once knew

Where all will gather, tip our hats

for the poet whose heart was true

 

Friends will die and leave us alone

with those things of life we can’t see

Though I know well, he'll never tell

I think I’ll let the mystery be







© 2017 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
David Moore the man who selflessly helped me publish my books and renewed my faith in Humanity passed away from cancer today. "You were a truly good soul David" This hurts, bad. I had so hoped for a different outcome for you. May we one day meet on the other side.
Goodnight my friend. .

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Awwww Tate.... Im so so sorry for your loss... I know this loss and its not fair at all. This is an amazing tribute and a beautiful piece... your friend would be proud... you always write such wonderful poetry... Im sorry it had to be about your friend .... hang in there and take care !! xo

Posted 11 Years Ago


Poets and emotional education you would think as much as we soak in the ice boots of life our legs would be drawn down tight and we could endure the race when the gate opens but some how all we do is grow groan and hope we can carve out just enough strength to give a window of hope to the next guy as we write, My dad every now and then out of the blue would tell us to "Bed em deep, Let em sleep" then the shed row would oblige and we would enjoy the day ,just let them be horses, and go our way. I think your Mike would know how to enjoy a day like that.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Years Ago

Oh I wish my father had ever said that lol. he was one who never knew the meaning of a day off.
Beautiful poem.
We all seek the purpose of life
through our friends we each spread our wings
With each letter, we get better
from that comes the joy writing brings

Every word in these lines say how precious friends are. Thanks for sharing Tate.


Posted 11 Years Ago


My losses have been so constant that I'm almost afraid to have friends. That's why the virtual acquaintances I make on Writers' Cafe are so important to me...

Posted 11 Years Ago


a dedication to life
I feel your empty spot in this
I feel you are not quite healing like you hoped
memories will spark, emotion will show ,let it
I hope you find your peace
thank you for sharing and reaching out

Posted 11 Years Ago


wonderful work as always Tate. As I was reading this it made me think a lot about something. Sometime that maybe till now that I did not understand. thank you for this piece.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Your homage to your friend is endearing. What a wonderful friend you are to have in ones life that you take tragedy and breathe lessons into it. Another wonderful poem from a favorite poet!

Posted 11 Years Ago


This reality is one that I could do without. My condolences for your loss. Your friend has the look of one who laughed at all that life presented him, spreading happiness to every heart he touched. May the wonderful memories you hold of your friend assist in the healing of your heart and bring a smile to your face as they are remembered.

Posted 11 Years Ago


i often write of my departed friends...they have made an indelible mark on me in their own poetic way...

the sharing here with other poets...it matters...because we are of the same breed, even if we are different in presentation...the same thing seems to drive all of us...the need to write it out and write it on so that a part of us will stay behind for others to have that piece of us, long after we are gone.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Like this a lot, good music too

Posted 11 Years Ago



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