None Ever Come To Stay

None Ever Come To Stay

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

With them go my joys and sorrows this life spent chasing dreams The grandiose philosophy built of my lofty hopes and schemes

"
Scout and I

Scout and I 


The time trickles by unnoticed

our moments fade away

While their coming and their going

pass us by day to day

 

Each new morn comes by to meet me

as nothing seems to last

The thoughts of youth just melt away

as all become the past

 

With them go my joys and sorrows

this life spent chasing dreams

The grandiose philosophy

of lofty hopes and schemes

 

Younger days when I once believed

I'll sleep when I am dead

Now I feed the mind on learning

I still keep those fires fed

 

Why can't we inherit wisdom

pass along what we know

Given benefit of insight

might help our species grow

 

The generations march to war

pounding drums of glory

Saying it will happen no more

it's the same sad story

 

Gales form around each new child's life

what they don't know be true

The winds foretell what future holds

oh if they only knew

 

The sands of time keep flowing on

our lives to pass away

Some are coming, some are going

none ever come to stay





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© 2023 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
We will never make it to enlightenment at the rate we are going. Men just don't live long enough to learn from their mistakes.

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Well, I've been away from this site for months on months... just returned... opened up my read requests to find a massive amount there... and this was the one on top... and I am glad to have had it been my first to read since my return... very enlightening piece... well written... and especially those last two lines, will stick with me forever...

Posted 13 Years Ago


(Assuming I interpreted it correctly and am not just blabbering pointlessly) I like what you said about wishing that people could pass on what they have learned to the young so that they would not waste their time on the same mistaken ideas. P.S. You should read "Dulce et Decorum est" if you never have before. I have a feeling you would enjoy it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I liked ...keep the fires fed, and your books look like a good read...especially 'The Ties that Bind', hope to obtain them soon...Thanks.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very great poem as always by you. Well, keep on writing. Well done.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Enjoyed reading this one today..It is a pity that we can't pass along what we learn but that is not the way it is..Sunflower

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow. I love this poem and will read it again and again even though it portraits a sad truth.
Peace to you.

Posted 13 Years Ago


It is quite melancholic! This poem poses the eternal question about time and the future of Humanity: do we have to consider them as helpless humans? Does not wisdom teaches us to enjoy the moment, to take the best from what we live and to leave to someone else the duty to fulfill what we did not achieve? I loved reading this poem anyway, it is very Tate Morgan!

Posted 13 Years Ago


much after my own heart this one is laddiebuck! balanced like the wonders of nature, turns as symmetrically as the seasons, wise as an old man, touch of the wistful bittersweet, pinch of the wry wit of experience but innocent enough to still marvel at the wonder and power of almighty creation. This of all your poems has a timelessness about it...it would be true hundreds or thousands of years ago and it will be true henceforth...philosophically mature is this poem Mr Morgan. ;-)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very thought provoking, brilliance comes as age goes, but everyday prepares us for the beginning and lets us teach generations to come, to be welcomed by intelligence and father times wise tricks.

Posted 13 Years Ago


very nice, as we grow older, i think the wisdom grows within us as well, we learn more as we go forward in life as there is no stopping the sands of time or turning back the days. We can only pass on what we already know down to our children, what we tell our children, is a legacy we leave behind for our children's children and so on, what we say today, echoes into eternity.

lawrence

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

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