The ReaperA Poem by Tate MorganI stopped to see my father today. Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in. Mark Twain
I stopped to see my father today as he lay on his third deathbed The Reaper visited two times before but my father refused to play dead
"Son he said. Come sit with me for I feel it my duty to tell It's not that I have found Heaven but more over I didn't find Hell"
I suppose when a man nears his end he fears for his immortal soul My father thought the sins of his youth would reap him a horrible toll
To all of us who have known success from labors and pains endured It isn't the end that fills our hearts it's by the journey that we are cured
For a man knows nothing if not that as he learns from life's long way Through troubles faced and overcome strength and character grows each day It doesn't matter which God you believe nor which Heaven your bus runs to Grow your faith in your fellow man and perhaps he can go there too
© 2020 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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