My Brothers KeeperA Poem by Tate MorganI enter this poem in recognition of the fine spirit we all know here as Bluessadmood,In him I see our best character OUR FINEST HOUR! Thank youOur friend Bluessadmood Who is the happier of us one that shines within all others sight Is he the man who attends his ways to then walk among us by this light
For oh the pains this life lays on us then ask that we should ever prevail To wish to live a long and fruitful time account for ourselves and tell the tale
Spare us this we might be forgotten tempted more than once we will endure In us live the dreams of ancestors of some noble conscience I am sure
Is it not our generous spirit to that our nature’s highest dower Ambling now it holds fast our heart to rescue us in our finest hour
So help yourself to the least of us help them pick up and carry the wares Only then can we ask for ourselves to find another who really cares
As every rock and tree bears witness with him walks no company despair He is the man we all wish to be the moral being within his care
Tate © 2013 Tate Morgan
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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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