Soul MatesA Poem by Tate MorganSo many lifetimes come and go between ill spent youth and the grave Hopes and dreams of generations Are the memories we all save
How many times have I met you in the strangers that passed me by Were you the one that touched my coat the friend that once kissed me goodbye
How often have we stood in line just to watch loved ones go to war Then brushed away the tears of hope as they ran off to join the Corps
Were you the one whose heart had ached when my ship drifted out to sea The foundered soul whose anchor broke the one whose dreams had yearned for me
Are we destined to always be just passing strangers in the night Whose ebbing flowing tides of love never met when the time was right
So many lifetimes come and go between ill spent youth and the grave Hopes and dreams of generations hold the memories we all crave
Perhaps I'm just the little child with a heart that once broke in two Who walks the well-worn streets of old searching for memories of you
© 2023 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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