MankindA Poem by Tate MorganFaith may be the timeless healer but lost time it cannot replace And all the calls for Gods mercy won’t give us back that youthful faceTate Thinking we’re the fountain of youth we spend life as if it’s money Casting away dreams as we go never knowing dark from sunny
The first we waste so endlessly never thinking to stop and rest Playing until we fall asleep living life through memories best
Father time always catches us no matter how swift we can run Reminding us of mortality to see we don’t have too much fun
When we finally wake from youth to find the years so sadly gone We wish they had been spent better not worrying about our lawn
Faith may be the timeless healer but lost time it cannot replace And all the calls for Gods mercy won’t give us back that youthful face
So we play each part as we go thinking back on another joy To wish we had taken notice of the child when he was a boy
© 2014 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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