Treading in the Steps of the GreatsA Poem by Tate Morgan"Good Night Dad"Grandpa Ed and My Father Eddie Jr. Looking back to my eighteenth year sitting with gramps in the grandstand He looked at me, said " listen son life seldom goes as we planned"
"See your father out on the track coming 'round in the post parade You should be proud of him you know for all the dues that he has paid"
"If you'd said fifteen years ago that he was the cream of the crop I'd beat you down, there on the ground leaving your a*s on the blacktop"
"Not many get knocked down in life then rise to the top of the hill As life exacts a price you see from those willing to pay that bill"
Years later we stood by his grave my father, my brothers and I Gramps hadn't shared this forgiveness before he had to say goodbye I passed that story to my dad whose eyes said he understood For as a man, it was my plan to help ease his pain if I could
Then when my own father passed I stood there holding his ashes About to pour, across the floor of the track that saw our clashes
In that one defining moment I whispered a prayer to the Fates "Please forgive the sins of my youth " treading in the steps of the Greats
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Added on August 9, 2016Last Updated on July 12, 2024 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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