A Lesson Learned

How kind her teared eyes that hid the truth; from the lips that would never confess.

 

Rode the train with my girl today

across the barn swept hollows

Past lush fields of emerald green

with the life and love that follows

 

The train car tapped out a lullaby beat

which spent our time lost in leisure

The smiles past came by with the peace

life's sweet gifts we couldn’t measure

 

A man had set across the aisle of us

he seemed so different from me

Clothes tattered, torn and weathered

homeless and likely worn hard was he

 

I couldn’t help but to take the notice

his features hewn and deeply lined

Drawing a map of where he'd been

red eyed he looked half blind

 

Something alone in his vacant stare

said It was me that he resembled

The thought had taken me a-fright

I looked hard, long and trembled

 

I saw my lover look over him too

noticed the hair might be the same

Except for straggling beard and decay

I had felt a deep sense of shame

 

Could that be what would happen to me

what fallen angel had led him astray

A nightmare vision of life’s full truth

eyes of pain in the heart they betray

 

Then my lover looked back upon me

her thoughts she sought hard to repress

How kind those teared eyes that hid the truth

from her lips that would never confess

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Author's Note

An introspective mirror of myself.

Reviews

[Shelly Braen]

This piece holds unmaginable beauty! The seasoned timelessness of such a beautiful, yet solomn journey through the eyes of such a man, yet the thought that they might be yor own looking back at you from the differences of eras. How could a person be more beautiful than the man sat in front of you. Wonderful! Simply wonderful!

[marilyn 1225]

beautiful poem and powerful ending!!

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you marilyn. I am glad you liked it

[LastMonth]

You taught yourself a lesson about yourself.
And then shared it with us.

That's probably the most difficult lesson of them all.
Thank you for the lesson, and for the poem.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you very much

[MomzillaNC]

If more people saw themselves in the downtrodden, we might do more to lift up each other.

[Tate Morgan]

hi mom yep so true so true thank you

[MomzillaNC]

yw :)

[AprilRN1210]

oh wow.. sometimes life has those moments that make you stop and think and take a good hard look at yourself.. your life... your heart... your path, and past... I love the little emotional journey that you have just taken me on with vivid imagery and REAL, honest, profound emotion.. the ending is exquisite... I loved this one as well..

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you I remember this as if yesterday try as I might I knew time would catch me and beat me in the end sobering thought

[AprilRN1210]

yep.. some things just have that big of an effect on our souls...

[Tate Morgan]

thank you'

[Renée]

Well that ending was unexpected.. here I was being lulled by the train along with your infant..looking at the man..listening to your thoughts then… I had to read it again to see if I could change the ending lol
Powerful ending Tate.. Well Done !

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you it was anything but easy to write let alone conceive

[Renée]

What I meant by reading it again to see if I can change the ending…. it was like those movies you watch a second time ( : Powerful piece.. Again Well Done !

[Tate Morgan]

thank you dear

[Johanna]

Beautiful tate, one of my favorites by you. Love the story it tells.. the pictures you can see in your mind while reading, and the last part..breathtaking. Amazing work!

[Tate Morgan]

Johanna Thank you that made me smile

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A highly descriptive and detailed piece that keeps the reader wanting more, well done, good read. x

[Tate Morgan]

Hi Thomas Thank you very much i think it is my wifes favorite

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Your welcome

[Tate Morgan]

Thomas anything you want me to see for you send me email here

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I will indeed Tate x

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Tate - Here you weave a sense of past and present in the lines... of what could be and what is in the now...the reflection of the face on the train...as you draw back and look at the view...the image can be harden to look at...yet paints a picture of self...as you say in the Author's note...then the reality of it all strikes with the end lines of verse...