Us

Us

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

No hungered child is a lost soul Nor a beggar be taught how to live By preaching morals to the poor We take from whom we should give

"

Becky Payton and I

Becky Payton and I


Many men are at times misled


as most could be thought of as blind

Measuring by what they won't do

instead of to whom they were kind


Attempting to build an empire

judging themselves by what they deny

Thinking them best who resist temptation

be it a crime for a man to cry


No hungered child is a lost soul

nor a beggar be taught how to live

By preaching morals to the poor

we take from whom we should give


Goodness is not what we won't do

nor a question of who we exclude

It is an unselfish act of Humanity

to see ourselves in those we include





© 2021 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
How many times do we walk by those we could so easily help?

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Five stanzas of near perfect poetry. Each stanza is a self-contained lesson (parable) and they are tied together by the title and pictures. The styles of individual lines are consistently interesting (stilted language in some ways, archaic in other ways, but all working together for the overall effect of the theme). And, a good theme - God's work (if you think God needs an apostrophe to help His work, check line 16. Great work on this one.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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I feel as if this was written for me,tho selfish I am not,
a look from a blind mans eye,I've seen that trail alot,
and in my past I had been,but now homeless I am not,
I've cast my pearls before the swine,my efforts were alot,
but only lonely souls listened,casting pearls before the lot,
I can relate to this masterpice my friend,tho I try to live it not,
I really like your stories my friend,really like them alot...

help I'm rhyming and I can't shut up...lol

Posted 14 Years Ago


wow this was awesome! nicely done!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow, this is a lovely piece of write. So deep with so much emotions, and passion. Great write. :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


We all walk by because we can't help everybody. But we can help if people get
together and try to help as a group. But one person can start something like that.
Then we can help lots.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I really like this one, your words are so very very true.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I liked the fourth stanza a lot. We are all God's children!

Posted 14 Years Ago


This my friend I truly enjoyed, because it's one hundred % true. I love your last line to see ourselves in those we include BEAUTIFUL.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow Tate,
This is so spot on to the reality of the world. There are too many great truths to this piece to pluck but one; I think they shine best left as a whole message. This would be something I would put on my wall, for all to read.

Great Work!
RLG,
Tommy

Posted 14 Years Ago


Again you get to me ... verse two ... I am in the process of empire building in my own small way and I don't cry, ever ... and yet I know that the moral thrust of your poem is bang on right. You poems have the quality of public conscience. Such is a above empires.

Posted 14 Years Ago


beuatiful poem I understand this very well didnt make me cry this time all though my dad is homeless, love the Elderly photos they tell a story i feel many pictures can do that.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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