A Young Mans Dreams

Me back when I was a horseman. Circa early 90s

I hardly remembered my dad

from the time when I was a boy

When he left we were all bereft

there alone to fend for our joy

 

So with a pocket full of dreams

I traced the river as it flowed

More like a stray finding his way

I departed the winding road

 

I went out to try my fortune

and find the father I had lost

How I would grow I didn't know

investing my youth was the cost

 

He was a man of single mind

who would rule with an iron fist

Much was my fear when he was near

that I would make it to his list

 

 

After many years we parted

as I developed my own ways

Never dull my life is grateful

to have had those wonder filled days

 

Tate

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Author's Note

The life of a horseman is a tough road.The track is the crossroads . Where a man goes to mortgage his soul to the devil for success. It is where the last refuge of the illiterate met the dregs of humanity. Many if not all of us there were at odds with life. From there we all plied our trades, tested our mettle, and grew to manhood. Life as it has always been presented to me was a struggle. But to a young man who had the advantage of 6 generations of predecessors, it was a river of humanity running free. Just as the wind that blew across my cheek each race. Every day the races allowed a man to redeem himself from the day before. To be reborn each and every night. I love the adventure my life has been. And think we all love the feeling of climbing aboard a horse and melding our powers with theirs. Becoming a hybrid of flesh and steel. Increasing our powers ten fold. To be for all intensive purposes a god for a couple minutes. The track for a young man is such a place. It is a microcosm of both the world we live in, and the world of the past that our ancestors lived in. With salvation at the end of the rainbow. At 18 I set out to find the world I had lost. I held 50 dollars to my name. Little did I know I was in for a adventure Ali Baba would have envied.

Reviews

[xjust-for-me.x]

in the words you havent written tells it all. but we all set forth on the road of life with little thought of where it would take us. but ahh the experiance we had and the things we have seen will forevermore be in our memiories some are good some are bad....but the what heck the experiance that have learned on this road called life has shaped us into the people we are today.

[Ashley Myers]

wish i had my dad around. I grew up without mine and even after i found him when i turned 18 he was still worthless

[HopelesslyDevoted]

i agree, this is beautiful!

[Heather D]

This is beautiful. I feel like I went on Someones entire life journey in just a few beautiful, well written stanzas. I love this poem and the story behind it and the message it portrays. An excellent poem friend :)

[An Ordinary Woman]

I love the last two stanzas. Very nice work. It has a definite sentimental feel to it, not whiny like a lot of poems on such topics. It's more mater of fact, you conquered and won, broke thru the chains. Well done, poet friend!

xx

[My Fair Lady]

Every glimpse into the heart of you is a treasured gift Tate. You have painted a beautiful picture of seeking manhood, and finding your own way. The authors note and song bonus the poetry. As always, just tremendous and thought provoking.

investing my youth was the cost .... superb work as always Tate.

[SarahCortland]

This is really great i could almost fit into the story a bit. Also I love the choice in song Great job As always :)

[Nobody.]

really well written piece. nostalgia follows like a shadow....always there...the past remembers us as well as we remember it: a perfect portrait of the changes that come with growth and understanding. powerful and thought provoking poem. cheers!

[Quinn Blackburn]

well crafted... youthful yearning, hopeful, determined, courageous... a wonderfully nostalgic look backward on a formative time.