My Truth

Tate and I

This the question of existence

to be a good soul all my days

I find the problem in my years

setting example by my ways

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As I have tried to reconcile

with the conscience that rules my soul

I always find I come up short

never quite reaching that fine goal

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When I was young I ruled the waves

holding sway in every court

I did as my heart commanded

as if life were a game of sport

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But now that I am not alone

I find myself caring much more

How my character is perceived

and what I hide behind each door

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So now I have committed to

repairing the mistakes and flaws

Fixing all the things that went wrong

when I did not follow the laws

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I pray that I be successful

in changing my bad ways to good

To give my child a fighting chance

just as every father should

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If only I could travel back

to correct the sins of my youth

I could tell him to be like me

knowing I was telling the truth

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Author's Note

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.

Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

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.

[Tate Morgan]

Rikkevi 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 !

[Rikkevi Rue]

well 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

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

What a lovely work...

[Manpreet]

This was an exclusive account of young age. Each experience is like a brick that builds the base of ones very understanding of life. This is a great write.

[Richard Williams]

A fine poem of perspective, realizing our flaws with a bit of regret, but in knowing actually that that is specious and non-productive now. The poet realizes that what is important is the now, and the treasures he now holds and is fortunate enough to now value and share, as in family. He gives of himself and of wisdom, to now impart to his own flesh and blood, to stay in the now, to glance back at his own childhood, but to value love in the childhood of now.

[WindSong]

I like your style of poetic writing. The rhyme and rhythm seem to make a nice blend of a smooth and easy flow.
Very well written!
WindSong

[Klyn]

Being a true man is one that can look back to see the boy and know that what he is today is because of what he was then. :) Beautiful and powerful. I know your son will read this one day and say, "Wow! Thanks Dad!"

[David Michael]

I think that we can be forgiven for the transgressions of our youth, and often are - except by ourselves. We are our own worst enemies, our own worst judges. I'm glad that life has finally given you meaning. It's amazing what a family, what a son, will do to make you a man.

[Lucia Morgan]

I wish my own father cared as much about me. This was a wonderful portrayer

[Periac]

amazing the sun when i new door is opened.....

[iand63]

As I have tried to reconcile
with the conscience that rules my soul
I always find I come up short
never quite reaching that fine goal

When I was young I ruled the waves
holding sway in every court
I did as my heart commanded
as if life were a game of sport

the price of maturity. such a resonating work heart felt thanks for posting this

[SINDE]

Awesome ,true and touching. This piece struck a chord in me.
So now I have committed to
repairing the mistakes and flaws
Fixing all the things that went wrong
when I did not follow the laws

If only I could travel back
to correct the sins of my youth
I could tell him to be like me
knowing I was telling the truth