The Waning YearsA Poem by Tate MorganThe waning years left me lost tearsUncle Ben The waning years left me lost tears for brethren I have loved so long Remember days of childish ways taste of life was sweet as a song
Winds that blew, as they always do from youth I saw in my mirror A pale gray face, lie in its place old folly of years grows clearer
I laughed and played, as youth had stayed duty could wait, while time was free Time was my friend, though in the end pain overcame what life left me
© 2024 Tate Morgan
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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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