Do You Remember?A Poem by Tate MorganDaughter Aris and I When you tuck your children in at night. Remember they are wealth beyond measure. No man on his dying bed ever said. "I wish I had worked more. Spent more time at the office. Made more money. Or stole from my friends." What they say is "I am sorry. Sorry for the weakness that drove my selfish life." Is their anything they wouldn't give for another day , another minute, with those they have neglected? So take the gifts that you have earned then turn out surcease from despair To reap the pearls others have learned echoing childhood calls "be fair" With pride deposed and passions slain we hope, aspire and then on trust Beneath vaulted skies we attain to master life before we're dust
© 2024 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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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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