Why Me?

Why Me?

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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What have I learned in my trials so far

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Scout and I 

What have I learned in my trials so far

I think all I need know for now

Been broken, tattered and forlorn

then beaten and made to bow

 

With time our life so gives

then alongside it must take

Carving character as it goes

a better man of us will it make

 

As I no longer ask the question

God traded me wisdom for truth

Teaching me the meaning of life

in exchange he took my youth

 











© 2023 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Reflections on the inner self

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But would we go back, Tate? It's nice to think that a second crack at youth would be nice, but not if we had to forgo the lessons we've learned on the journey. You have the gift of making the reader stop and consider your poems in the light of their own lives, and this makes them truly worthwhile.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Tate Morgan

10 Years Ago

Thank you Dave my theory on this is that though they are my experiences and thoughts the music and t.. read more



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Life is for learning about self and others, how we inter-act, how we give and take, share, are .. without all that we're just single nonentities. You stretch emotions as far as they can go, right or wrong, and, leave people thinking.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I very much liked this poem. The message is one that I like to convey through my writing as well. There is always hope, and each event is a chance to learn - be it good or bad. Nicely done :-)

Posted 13 Years Ago


The reflections of the inner self can be a life changing experience or a heart breaking one. Either way we usually learn something about ourselves. This was a remarkable insight on such a topic.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Love the ending! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


The power of truth is a heavy burden that ages us quickly, in mind and heart.Time, I sincerely believe is the greatest gift of all, for if it were limitless, how would we acknowledge its presence and value? How would the short lives we live be so worth the journey? You words are so strong and powerful, Bravo!!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


with time not on our side we travel through each stage of our lives, somethings we rejoice others we dont. hmm to reflect back on our lives we can see the footsteps we left behind. a good write enjoyed it very much.

Posted 13 Years Ago


With time our life so gives
then along side it must take
Carving character as it goes
a better man of us will it make

As I no longer ask the question
God traded me wisdom for truth
Teaching me the meaning of life
in exchange he took my youth

these were just so powerful, not putting them in my review would be a crime. Great inference on your inner reflections. Beautiful wording abounding with wisdom and sentiment. Wonderful job here Tate.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Good work, very good work. We could learn from these words if we dared!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Powerful love, as spoken word this would be an emotional roller coaster! lol Great poem hon xx

Posted 14 Years Ago


i love it

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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