The Error of My WaysA Poem by Tate MorganI walked the earth so emboldened in my brazen younger days That I missed chances so golden for the poor error of my waysMy rendition of my inner self.Graphite on canvas.
Every sweet life flowers golden mixing old colors in with the new Creating a wonderful child each time of a mixed ever changing hue
My life has been both heartache along by spirits of love in rain Tossed up around and foundered with the dreams I cannot attain
As I recall the lost soft beauty of aching spirits in still delight I looked to God's sweet Heaven with thoughts that stir the night
For life's time waits on none of us it masters fate with earnest callous Caring for none in favored mercy helping not whom it shows malice
But I shall have known wisdom with his brother mighty pain As my friends they so haunt me with joys I'll never know again
I walked the earth so emboldened in my brazen younger days That I missed chances so golden for the poor error of my ways
© 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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