End of Days, For my father "Eddie Morgan Jr"

I am my father’s son after all. To my father I raise a glass and say "Goodnight Dad thank you for my life"

My Father Eddie Morgan Jr and I.

My father died 6/15/15

Both the tears that live in sorrows

along with those born from pain

Echo through the lost tomorrows

that will never come again

 

For I had closed my heart away

as to hide behind a door

So the longing I'd kept at bay

would trouble my soul no more

With the storms brought by the spring

came the April winds sublime

The children's happy feet now sing

pitter-patter keeping time

 

I kept the promise to my heart

burning love has kept me warm

I readied for the end in part

with my back turned toward the storm

 

The sun did set upon his chest

as lost, love cried out in me

"Give him life or give him rest"

was the sound of my hearts plea

 

Author's Note

The night comes when there are fewer days ahead than behind. On that night you realize the folly of your misspent youth was really the joy of your life's adventure. To that I raise a glass and say "Hell Yeah he really lived! Goodnight Dad

See my works at www.writerscafe.org/aristate

Reviews

[Mira ThePoetess]

oh Tate that sure is one of the best poems I've read as I love the song as well. Your words as usual penetrate the soul. Life is a journey, and we all may go astray, wandering in roads never taken before, or roads that were taken by others yet they seem so unfamiliar as we don't learn from others' experience all the time .... Lost hopes, sorrows and tears moan inside your heart only to awaken some hunger for a ray of light that would sure give you the rebirth feeling. No matter how long we try to hide from love, it sure finds a way to us, without asking for our permission. The wind, the sun, the spring and the storm ... all those words are only an excellent choice for the flow of your feelings that was easily sensed all along your poem ..... sorry it was too long but it sure hit me hard that one. Loved the photo toooo :D

Mira

[Mira ThePoetess]

I will sure vote for this one as all the rest can't even stand the level of comparison ... you got my vote

[Tate Morgan]

How endearing to read such a devout write on a subject we both share thank you

[Mira ThePoetess]

No need to thank me, what touches the heart is what is based upon sincerity and truthfulness. Excellent ink ...

[melissa]

Tate this a great poem i can't wait to read more

[Tate Morgan]

Melissa thank you I am touched that you liked it

[melissa]

Your welcome

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Sadness and comfort in your words
I see you speak and yes the Author's
note Dear Tate is a poem as well. Bravo nice write. Blessings


Both the tears that live in sorrows

along with tears born from pain

Echo through the lost tomorrows

that will never come again

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Benita yes laughter and tears pour through my years

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

You're quite welcome my pleasure. blessings

[RichGee]

Brilliant write...Love is indeed life and life without love is emptiness...
This art is refreshing and the author's note is a poem in itself.
Great work.

[Tate Morgan]

Rich Gee thank you i am glad to meet you I am equally humbled by your comment thank you
Tate

[RichGee]

My pleasure

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

Hey this is a brilliant poem. All of us who have weathered the storm and basked in approaching sunlight will quietly enjoy this poem. Pryde had suggested this poem and I am really happy that she did. I really enjoyed it.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Chandradhish i am tate nice to meet you

[Dane Osborne]

This was a beautiful poem, Tate.
Love is the middle man between our fears and our joy. We see something beautiful and we want it to last forever. We want to stay drunk on Beauty. But everything is impermanent. Everything has an expiration date and this is the mother of sadness. For the conscious mind, transitory motion of things that come and go is the hardest thing to comprehend. But the joy found therein as well as the downright strangeness of the fact that we exist at all is what give people their sense of meaning.
Well done, Friend.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you as you know the light that burns twice as bright lasts but half as long.So may we stay young and maybe even a little dim lol

[Junert]

Awwww I'm so touched and found a new sense of respect for life. Wonderful.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you i am sorry this took me so long to respond to I have been working

[Tai Ryens]

Quite a touching poem about needing a rest from the constant intensity of strong emotions that can ravage like a storm . . . I certainly enjoyed it, it was very well formulated and the concept is lovingly presented.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you taite nice to meet you

[Tai Ryens]

'Tis a pleasure to meet you as well.

[An Ordinary Woman]

I hope you find all you need in this world. Nice poem, Tate.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you and to you as well

[Blue]

"The sun did set upon my chest
as lost, love cried out in me
“Give me life or give me rest"
was the sound of my hearts plea"

This stanza is closest tot my heart. Wonderfully-worded, Tate. And hey, you look gorgeous in that picture. :)

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Arzel It is with the greatest reservation that I take council from my own heart. For it is a worn soul and sometimes fickle.

[Blue]

I understand. I am like that, too.