It hurts my soul to even think of some of the foolish misguided passions and mistakes my life once fed. Don't we all wonder what if? I suppose we all would like to be forgiven for the transgressions of our youth. If we could who among us would not go back and repair the damage we have wreaked? Every time I have been upset with my son. I think back to the wasteland that my youth devastated. I find it easy to forgive his little transgressions.
I'm proud to say my son is a better man than me. And my wife a better woman than I deserve. But I shall stay with her so long as she will have me and count my never ending blessings.
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Your writing, lately, says that you are becoming a better man than you believed that you could be. You have opened the shades, taken the shades from your eyes; you are seeing life living, maybe, for the very first time. Your observations are filled with beauty. You have come full circle. You are blessed and are, finally, humble enough to recieve the blessing. I love your recent writes, because you are so alive, finally. No more searching, but knowing. You are a very talented man and, now, you know just how gifted you are to be able to express your feelings to the world. Your son is lucky to have you, as you are now; yesterday is dead and gone. Tomorrow lives on. I loved this! Perfect!!
My trail is littered with so many bad choices & decisions, I dare not try to fit all my remorse into a poem. We all have these feelings, but rarely have I ever read words that reveal such a tumultuous thrashing as this! I'm just glad I'm so damn forgetful, I can't remember all the bad stuff I did. Well, good luck with carrying around all that anguish! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie
This is actually one of the best poems I have read here, which in it's simple message obscures its wisdom. Very well done. I make a habit of regretting my indecision and inaction, as opposed to what I HAVE done. Not sure which is worse, but I suppose it's always up for debate. Personally, my impression is that you are deserving of the good that you have. I only hope to achieve as much in my life as well, God bless.
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
Thank you VP I try my best To be a better man The day my son was born I had the strangest feeling I .. read moreThank you VP I try my best To be a better man The day my son was born I had the strangest feeling I was 35 years old. How could I have had a new emotion at 35 that I have never felt before? It seemed impossible to me. I sat there for at least an hour before it finally came to me. It was the first time in my life that I loved another person more than myself. From that moment on I knew To be careful where my shadow cast has he is always watching you
It's true, isn't it? It would be nice to have the chance to change those hurts we inflicted or those we received and yet, much like the best science fiction, if we change something what damage could we do?
Regret is a powerful feeling ... something we must use to strive to be better than we were ... it is the only way we can handle it.
If you realize there were things you'd like to change about the past, you're already a better man than you were.
A great write Tate.
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
i agree i do not wish to change the things i did/ But want them to temper me to the good.
... we all make mistakes dont we.. tis a human thing after all .. but it reads like you have good insight and self awareness and at the end of the day are a lucky guy, a very lucky guy indeed ...
Tate, if only we could go back and undo what can’t be undone.
Life is a never ending learning experience. We can only start from where we are. When we are young we see things differently yet we grow up we see thing with more clarity and everything changes. Your poem speaks with so much heart and knowing. Your son is lucky to have you. Great poem.
Sue My apologies for missing this review. I have started a new job. I havent been on much and the ti.. read moreSue My apologies for missing this review. I have started a new job. I havent been on much and the times when I am i tend to wander all over. Somehow I OPENED THIS on my phone and couldnt respond at the time as I was working. Time overwhelmed me nd i forgot. Im sorry.
Great poem Tate. We've all been there. None was good no not a one. We've sowed our wild oats and tasted there of. They main thing is we learned something; for many indeed never learn from the mistakes of the past. Great poem my dear friend.
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
Thank you Levi. I guess we all have things we would rather forget
Beautiful poetry Tate, a pleasure to read. I have known quite a few people who did foolish things in their youth which caused great concern. Their selfish behaviour a cause of regret as they grew in age. With hindsight many of us would do things differently. The important thing is we learn by our mistakes and try to make up for them. I am a huge fan of rhymed and metered poetry, and you excel at it. Thank you for posting.
Chris
Posted 5 Years Ago
5 Years Ago
Thank you Christine.If mistakes give wisdom I should be ok. As I made more than anyone I can think o.. read moreThank you Christine.If mistakes give wisdom I should be ok. As I made more than anyone I can think of. As I age I see the writing on the wall and wonder when will I pay for those mistakes?
hello friend. silly impractical humans that we are, burdened with a conscience that sees 20/20 in reverse and is about as blind as a bat when looking ahead, we are yet so amazingly compassionate and sentient that we endeavor to take the weight of the world on, as each of us were Herculean in our puny oh-so-ungodly stature! Yet the beauty of it is that our hearts are as big as the sky and surely as God-filled as our painfully lacking souls, which is what makes humans so dear in my estimation. We were certainly created in the image of a supreme being (not to offend anyones religious sensibilities here!)
What I love about your writing Tate Morgan is the humility that shines through as a palpable force, the goodness that runs like a river through every line of ink that rolls off your pen, and that you try harder than about anyone I know to own up! I like the way this piece has no ostentatious underpinning, but is just humbly honest. But I guess I just accused you of being Tate Morgan!
Perhaps there was a design in those "mistakes" you made, for are they not now propelling you in the direction of reflection and rise to a greater height? I always walk away from one of your pieces with a little more hope that when I started, because you rub off on a fella like that, it comes right out of the page and into my heart, for which I am always thankful.
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Rikkevi you sue picked a good day for this review as today I the proud father humbly walk my daughte.. read moreRikkevi you sue picked a good day for this review as today I the proud father humbly walk my daughter Aris down the aisle. This will forever be one these moments that define bothy existence and my soul . Thank you !
9 Years Ago
well you are always welcome Tate. I know the pleasure of seeing one's children progress on life's pa.. read morewell you are always welcome Tate. I know the pleasure of seeing one's children progress on life's path as my own daughter and son are a constant source of chest swelling pride, humbling humility and uplifting joy. Congratulations on your success! ml, rikk
It is hard to think at times about what we done in our past. Sometimes it helps to write about it. I know it does me and I am not proud of a lot of things I done in my life. Great read
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Thank you marissa It isnt night we fear the most it is the light of our darkest day
it's always such a treat to read you Tate. your poetry is simply perfection. subject, rhyme, rhythm.
yeah who wouldn't want to go back and fix things? everybody's dream I'm sure.
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