Regrets

In the later years on looking back On the winding road that I tread It disturbs this mans waking mind To think of follies I then fed

Grandpa Ed and My father Eddie Morgan Jr

Though time eases my thoughts passing

and dulls the raking pain of years

It never really cleans the slate

nor wipes away the stain of tears

 

I look back upon my lost days

there find mans never ending plea

To right the wrongs of my past

that weigh so heavily on me

 

In the later years on looking back

from the winding road that I tread

It disturbs this mans waking mind

to think of follies I once fed

 

Don't weigh on your life foolishly

or the lesson you may just find

 He who feared you shared his weakness

was more loving than he was kind

 

Tatertot and I

Author's Note

Strange it is to find out too late.That the ones we love, loved us as well. And in looking at us saw themselves. When I was young everyone over 30 was an idiot.The older I got. The smarter they seemed. And the more foolish I felt. The one thing my father said to me that I never forgot was this."Son my father never gave up on me I won't give up on you."
Thank you Dad
Tate

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

ohh my friend ,i really dont hate that winding road..i put something like that on my avatar..i meant it
you should not be sorry for the follies you fed..at the time it was the best thing fit your mind could work out
lucky for me i got wise at early age..still off course there were much to regret
i always thought old age was age of the wise and i tried to play it well
through weaknesses and strengths i took my steps so careful
i dont think i would unwind those roads for really its not that nice what i would see
i think i ve seen the best of it all..there are regrets but not of me
there are regrets and bitterness of others who just could not see
even if they lived longer than that very old oak tree
lovely write..

[KAOlmsted]

A great lesson in this, Tate...thank you so much for sharing it with us.

[sweta'karman']

The weight of past often greens the pain whenever we turn the pages of old diary where words cannot be reversed.As we move on in life, realisations get stronger and more clear,it's a true write Tate as always!! And truely said time never wipes the stains of tears,memories are stronger enough...

[Klyn]

Upset with the path my eighteen-year-old daughter has taken I have found myself saying many times, "Yea, she turned 18 and now thinks she knows everything." and then remember, I was 18 once. Although we have agreed to disagree with her lifestyle and the choices she has made, I have learned to realize they are her choices, not mine and all I can do is love her. She is not convinced that I have lived life, I've learned and I know a few things...but to her, I'm 41, old, and only trying to run her life. I hope the older she gets, the smarter I will seem. I love the last line..

Is he that forgave your weakness

was more loving than he was kind

Beautiful and heartfelt as always, my friend. :)

[emmajoy]

How strange we human beings are; maybe it's a culture or clan thing - some of us respect the old, believe they know everything, ask for advice, give respect without question. Others look at the 'ancients' and see people whose memories go back years, who aren't in the so-called modern world - think of them as odd, 'out of it'! Then, we begin to get old ourselves and realise .. well, what?!?!

Laughing .. guess, we find ourselves regretting, admiring, pretending and accepting that we could have learned more - in other words, let's be honest, when young, we think we know it all, that we're living a life that's never seen daylight before. Wrong! And when people get to 'that age' probably many accept the fact that they did alright, they survived and look back at what they felt about things in their youth ..

[sharonlee]

So touchingly and eloquently expressed...I touched on the same subject recently in my poem 'On a Distant Day'...I'll post it so you can read it, if you get the time...

[Yuppitsme]

Tate,
What a thoughtful poem...it's a reminder that we are all short of time, that we can forgive our own weaknesses, and....I ESPECIALLY LOVE the last line:

"Is he that forgave your weakness
was more loving than he was kind"

I'm loving that I relate to this line, very much. Presently, I'm trying to forgive someone I love dearly....and I'm having a hard time with it. Your poem gave me some new insight....THANK YOU.

[R J Askew]

I'm taking my dau to see Rammstein next Saturday ... lord knows I may be leading her into a life of rock and roll debauchery, but what the hell, no regrets! Life demands we live, risk, win, lose, go on, punch, fall, rise, live ... We don't matter much and there is little to pick between the life of a jailbird and a pastor. We are all tiny actors in a repetitive drama with a very thin plot. Now where is that mosh pit?!

[S.G.]

Maybe I should come back and read this in a few years then? I look up to this piece, I want to be this piece. I wish there is a way I can print it and eat it and then have it solve my every thought. It is so beautifully written and strangely familiar to what I want, like a doctor's perfect prescription to an good night's sleep.

Brilliant.

[gseverns]

love, love, love this piece very powerful, and the Cat Stevens song.....................perfect !