Songs Of Youth.

Songs Of Youth.

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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Sadly Nicki Milligan my wife's mother passed away without event Friday February 2nd 2018

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      Nicki and Harold Milligan

           Parents of my wife Becky     

Grace and Eloquence knew you by name

playing together while you were young

The sweet smell of the summer breeze

lessons learned as you sung

 

Songs of the youth you once lived

white cloth flowing in the breeze

Wheat colored hair whisked in the wind

racing across fields with youthful ease

 

Think ye oh back upon those days

fondly remembering as we were

Cherished memories that we all save

another tomorrow of that we were sure

 

When life came in with the seasons

the cheering laughter of a friend

Secrets we all knew and saved

who would think it to ever end

 

Life has that way of fooling us

especially when we're young

Always promising another day

forever-another song to be sung

 

But like all great things we enjoy

the bill one day comes due

And as your friends each pass away

you wonder if next may be you






© 2018 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
I need not say what this is about. We all know don't we? Go see your parents and grandparents.
Life's time waits on none of us.
It masters fate with earnest callous.
Caring for none in favored mercy.
Helping not whom it shows malice.

They wont be here when you find the time to visit.
Do it while you are thinking of it.
There is no regret like that dealt to the one who wasn't there when needed.

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i like this... sweet and truthful. well done

Posted 14 Years Ago


So true.....and a bit scarey when one thinks that tomorrow may never come. A lovely piece Tate..Thanks

Babs xx

Posted 14 Years Ago


I enjoyed this greatly.
We so often forget to rejoice in the lives of those past.


Posted 14 Years Ago


Absolutely twined in my thoughts

"When life came in with the seasons;
the cheering laughter of a friend.
Secrets we all knew and saved;
who would think it to ever end?"

And these that I really think (sometimes)...

"But like all great things we enjoy;
the bill one day comes due.
And as your friends all pass away;
you wonder if next may be you."

Truely nice work Tate!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Sobering... to folks over 30. Wonderful piece that really paints an accurate but descriptive picutre. Nice job.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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LJW
So true. This hits home for me especially since my parents are in their 80's and I got the courage to ask them this past year if they ever think "will it be me next?"

Their answers?

Yes.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Great job on this one...I absolutely LOVE the picture you have given with this one...I love black and white pictures more then color for the timelessness of them...this one captures all the humor of the moment as well. :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


Photo made your words come alive. A excellent poem. Age comes at us quickly. Need to appreciate each day we are alive and well.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


Really liked this poem. It's kind of melancholy and a bit chilling at the end when we must face the fact we won't live forever. Thoughts we don't have when we are young and healthy but come with time. Enjoy life while we can, if we can, but at least try.

Really great write.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Brought tears to my eyes. Mortality is a wonderful gift to have although it is also a curse. One always wonders if their time will come sooner then they would like. I love this write! "life has a way of fooling you"
and it's so true. No one day is guaranteed to anyone.

Krys

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan

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