Child of the Night

I have to wonder now and then

as the dreams I once held divine

Have left me just like other men

to age and wither on the vine

 

Where once I thought that I would be

so much further along in life

Now the dreams that I once could see

so cut me quick just like a knife

 

Perhaps the gods that rule my fate

have turned their backs upon me now

Lacking what I once thought so great

leaves me this truth to disavow

 

Where is the strength that gave men pause

where once I bent life to my will

When I was game for hell and cause

and drank until I'd had my fill

 

Be careful where your shadow cast

as the dimming light pays a toll

The day will come you breathe your last

when you will have to face your soul

 

But then I gaze upon my child

with the strength and the fire to fight

I think of when I was so wild

I shunned the day and loved the night

 

It makes me want to continue

to keep the Hounds of Hell at bay

Push the muscles and the sinew

to wake to face another day 

 

 

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Author's Note

I often think of my own end. It is hard not to feel the hand of time on me. Life has a way of wearing us down. I have outlived my own predictions by many a year. I once thought I would surely meet the end by the time I was thirty. I shall have to console myself with the thought that I might just live to be old lol.

Reviews

[realmwriter]

"It makes me want to continue

to keep the Hounds of Hell at bay

Push the muscles and the sinew

to wake to face another day" This is genious as is the rest of this piece, Always a joy to reada your work but to see it fro a lightly darker perspective than you usualy write is incredible. Been wonderin how your poetry would read with a darker tone to it, now I know that it reads with an ominious note yes but still your positive message remains. It's like a stor cloud with a silver lining, only it's a silver cloud with a grey shadow. Just awesome my friend...

[Tate Morgan]

Yes that is true. What is sad for me is in the loss of my own dreams are all part of the plan of life. It is the child who matters not me. And in him I find my own purpose. If i can give him a boost on his own dreams Looking past my own we both win. In his joy and happiness is my own. Thank you.

[Tate Morgan]

Yes you are only one of two you and Deron Alexis Are the only two to grasp the depth of this poem. Perhaps because you have a new child.One day this will be your truth too.

[Kent Clark]

Tate, this is amazing! I loved it. That, and I'm a big Bob Seger fan, too.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you kent It is my own rendition of my lament lol

[Ahena MK]

Where once I thought that I would be
so much further along in life........
wonderful ..... really really good !!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Ahena We never seem to reach the point where we are satisfied with ourselves do we/

[Ahena MK]

exactly ... :)

[Bright Ocean Star]

wonderful musings on the passage of time. Years, days, and hours pass on out of our control. All teenagers and twenty somethings suffer the effects of believing in their own immortality. They somehow think they are made of rubber and will bounce rather than shatter....the plight of all men everywhere.
I like this topic, because it is timeless and ageless throughout history, I think, all men felt this way and behaved this way. The advent of children has a way of reigning in our previous misconceptions and teaching us the realities of life.

[Tate Morgan]

Anne oh yeah and when i was 20 I thought the same I have outlived my expectations thank you

[Janice Fronek(red.panda..]

This writing right is just a master piece I had enjoyed reading this 100/100

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you very much So nice to meet you

[jacob erin-cilberto]

having children gives us the passion to fight against father time...to survive another day only to protect them...
interesting what you mentioned...about age expectations...i always thought for so many years that i was going to live until 42 and that would be it...but i am way passed that now...so what do i do now? with the rest of it.

a very passionate poem with profound insights.

[Tate Morgan]

jacob thank you yeah i am the same way Thought Id be dead long before this I made no plans for this part of life

[Dayran]

A great recollection of a man's will in matters of life and the desire to reach our dreams. I figure it transforms from one manner of pursuit to another ... and we find new ways to redefine our pursuit. Its well put in the song of a balladier ... where that balladier may at one time have been a hunter in pursuit of prey. Nice one huckleberry.

[Tate Morgan]

Srio thank you Yeah it is a strange thing to be a man and worry on foolish pride As with all the humble rivers roll death will level property and pride Awaiting providence and time
rich and poor sleep side by side

[BlackRose]

We always want our kids to succeed more than we did. Not want them to follow in our sometimes bad footsteps. We can only do our best as parents and hope for the better outcome.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Rose Oh yeah we want them to be successful dont we? And we love watching them achieve.

[BlackRose]

We love watching the do so for sure with a smile from ear to ear on our faces.

[Tate Morgan]

I watched tatertot play ball last night it was great

[BlackRose]

That's wonderful! The joys of watching kids do what they do. :o) Did his team win? He's on a team right?

[Tate Morgan]

Oh yeah he us on the team played third and second got walked once then a base hit stoke two bases

[BlackRose]

That's great! I'm sure he must be enjoying it.

[Vidya Bacchus]

When we look back at our lives we always feel as if we should have done more ,been more,said more.This is a really great poem :)

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Vidya I suppose it is the loss of fire that gives me pause thank you

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome.We are bound to run out of steam sometime.It just means we should slow down lol

[Saddam]

But then I gaze upon my child
with the strength and the fire to fight
I think of when I was so wild
I shunned the day and loved the night.

great poetry, here I see. Love this one.

[Tate Morgan]

We ran the street and forded the streams till the night became our playground Thank you

[Saddam]

Nice to hear you sir. Thank you. You are welcome