Measured,WeighedA Poem by Tate MorganIf a man needs rewarded in the end for deeds he should do by conscience there is something wrong with him.Becky and I Neither birth, nor death, escape pain it starts with the babe's cry Men wax and wane, throughout their reign in the end just to die
Through heat and cold we push onward like Lemmings to the sea Ever shore-ward, ever nor-ward and on to victory
The weeks pass by without delay and with them countless tears As most I'd say, lament the day that their months turned to years
What makes man something to behold is not the after-life It's in the gold, of stories told and arms of the good wife
We need no promise from above to tell us we'll be paid By joys hereof, through souls we love is man then measured weighed No copyright infringement fair use implied
© 2023 Tate Morgan
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StatsAuthorTate 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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