Life's TreasuresA Poem by Tate MorganCan anyone know what will come when the wind blows us cold and gale Or what direction it be from when finally we set our sailThe old songs loved from long ago come to me from my long gone past On winds they caress me tonight whispering from dreams I had last
The old days trooped by in glory paraded across my life's field Displayed in panoramic view how many dreams they have revealed
Faces long gone look out from mist to this once wandered man to be Speaking from my past adventures beloved friends long a part of me
Oh how they flood through my mind to speak of days that've gone by Forcing me to look to the one that came from acts I can't deny
We are not each one right nor wrong we are the result of our times Held to account for all the good as well as for all our crimes
Mystic chords of my memory look back on the road I traversed Remembering moments I loved as well as those I have cursed
While each loved soul has given time to pursuit of living pleasures Only by reflecting on life do I recognize its treasures © 2018 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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