FoolishnessA Poem by Tate MorganWine is better for us than bran it takes the bitter from the scorn With each drink grows a bigger man each bottle downed and one is bornPayton and I enjoying the god given treasures of Love,Life,Laughter and family
Drink to mans lofty hopes my friend think of ourselves as something great Where we pretend starvation’s end as beauties walk and watch our gait
Fill the glass and drink your repose we were both good sinners as well Living our lives as we suppose one foot in Heaven, one in Hell
Wine is better for us than bran it takes the bitter from the scorn With each drink grows a bigger man each bottle downed and one is born
We tipped the glass to innocence as the light reflected each face Circling embers in suspense around the campfires of our race
So take the cheer and fill it up as masters of the universe And think it not on empty cup nor to brothers with empty purse
May god forgive our foolishness we talked of many things that night But what we lacked was loves caress and cheer of child within our sight
Thinking we were not life’s keeper we never worried on their end For why would we fear the Reaper nor did we help a single friend
Don't wait till your life is all done to learn the lessons of a fool Know the rewards of self are none where love of others is the rule $12.50 To see my books click on the pictures to take you to them $12.50 © 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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