Smiles

Read of a simple man's work

one of meter and of rhyme

Whose tired footsteps echo

down the corridors of time

 

A torrid tale of longing

left by walks in thought and pain

Written for your reverence

not for authors only gain

 

For I'm a humble poet

of no specialty nor skill

Who sees the distant longing

of the child upon the hill

 

With days of constant labor

and long nights devoid of ease

I've seen the tops of mountains

Where the gods play as they please

 

Through haze and smoke deliver

my pen light upon the page

Records the music playing

from every day and age

 

To watch the gentle snowflake

alight soft on a child’s tongue

Releasing awe and wonder

of innocence in the young

 

While we the aged wonder

of moments no one could tell

Given no more to dreaming

our thoughts of where we last fell

 

For time is but an echo

of our loves felt, known and lost

Memories of our lives past

which were paid at such a cost

 

Let fly your soul immortal

stop to watch your children play

Their smiles define man's beauty

more than life could ever say

 

  

Author's Note

When we dream is it not the playful longings of the child upon the hill? Do those dreams not define our life's search and desires?

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Oh God Mr Tate..i was so honored to review this masterpiece..
I would not expect nothing less from you..you know as i read it
I was like on a stage and you asked me to read it out loud
how exquisitely lovely it will come..i swear ..i felt it like a sypmphony
each group of words sounded like they were so high in pitch and then it got low
how you dessicate life and time ,how you humble yourself..God you were made for poetry
those tired footsteps down the lane of time telling tales of pain and ache and tired bones
its a constant labor and long and lonely nights still i stood on top of mountains where God used to play
my words though so hazed they would light a hundred miles from here to eternity and yet more
time only told how love was felt and lost ,lives lived and passed and just at what cost
what loveliness..great symphony from beginning to end..true master poet you are my friend
lovely write..

[Helen Crutchett]

Beautifully written by one talented poet!
I loved every stanza of these lovely words of wisdom.

Write on poet!

Helena

[Sean Allen]

I was amazed by this poem, an absolute masterpiece of thought for which you can be very proud my friend! The style, the picture, the font, even the punctuation all add to the beautiful ideas you express.

[Melanie Jane Boicourt S..]

Very nice. That is wonderful. So true too. Carpe Diem!!
Love All, Melanie

[Tina Kline]

Impressive. As writers we record time, especially our own lives and how the world touches us, good and bad, but watching our children, we remember what it was all for, the good and bad of our lives, and know it was all worth it.

[mystic soul]

wonderful!! it's a honor to read such a beautiful poem... You and your poems are amazing!!! great work!!

[cest la vie]

I bow to you good poet.
I believe this is your finest (in my eyes) poem to date.
The simplicity of this write is simply, beautiful.
Excellent, Tate!!

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Stunningly so - their is such wonderment in the play of children. We would all do well to live the way they do...with a carefree and trusting heart. I like how you describe the writer in this piece very much. Thanks so much for sharing. Tres bien monsieur!
Light,
Siddartha

[Tracie Skarbo]

This is so beautiful Tate...seriously. I am adding it to my favorites, the rythum, the flow, the word choice all perfect for such a delightful poem!! Thanks for sending me this!

[Aiden- Aiko- Kiyomi]

I love this! It has the most wonderful flow to it. It has a hint of sadness and melancholy encapsulated in nostalgia and reminiscence. I love the simple honesty laced throughout this.

[deeps]

This is ever so touching and beuatiful!
Wonderful write from you