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

[Crowley]

Being on the list....sometimes a hard one to make...shouldn't be that way, but often is. Dads acceptance is a hard road. this was damn good Tate, loved the soul searching feeling and the need to get on with it. Great write.

[Sunni Davis]

Absolutely beautiful. I can feel the sense of longing and adventure, mixed with a bit of fear, that the young man was feeling as he set out on his own. Wonderful poem!

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Fantastic..!!!!!!

[black.butterfly]

The is such strong needs to know one's worth. Beautiful words.

[Brokensoul]

There you are amid sadness but then you lifet yourself up to reach for your dreams. I could pain laced with grit of striving harder in life

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Very cute poem full of fluffy concepts, great job!

[Treo LeGigeo]

Wonderful poem, the story and the rhyme flows so well. Racing is a beautiful sport, and your other reviewers have commended you on the "pocket full of dreams" expression but I must add my own love of that line too. The poem tells a long emotional story through only six stanzas, and does so very well.

Great job.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

My father and grandfather were hosemen too - so to speak - at least for the race - I can truly once again emapthize with this one...nicely spun...a great tale in so few words. Thanks to you!
Light,
Siddartha

[Fran Marie]

Sad tale..... yet uplifting in a young man's spirit to experience life filled with an adventurous nature and strive for a better way of dealing with the harsh realities life can deal~ great piece

[Alicia™]

That's a sad and yet beautiful poem… The second line especially is my favorite. The font adds to the effect, too. I think you should put some punctuation at the end of the lines, though…

Great job. It's a really wonderful poem.