Cafe LamentA Poem by Tate MorganSome would like to make you believe that a blazing competition Is something you should all avoid as if the fires were perditionSelf portrait What was it made this place so great in the days so long gone now For me it was competition that kept the sweat upon my brow
Some would like to make you believe that a blazing competition Is something you should all avoid as if the fires were perdition
We do ourselves a disservice claiming competition is greed By leveling the playing field why would we struggle, stress or bleed
Without the trying forge of pain that angst and toil bring to our lives There just is no reason to work on all the wonders that it drives
Competition is what rules life both in nature and creation It is what made this country great sowing seeds of our foundation
I for one think we are poorer having lost the edge to excel Whereby what we once called heaven has become our personal hell
Don’t wonder where your friends have gone it’s just they miss the old cafe A refuge from life’s petty fights where they could kindly spend their day
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Added on July 21, 2013Last Updated on January 20, 2018 Tags: poetry 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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