My Truth

My Truth

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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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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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

Tate Morgan
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!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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What a lovely work...

Posted 13 Years Ago


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.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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

Posted 13 Years Ago


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!"

Posted 13 Years Ago


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.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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

Posted 13 Years Ago


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

Posted 13 Years Ago


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

Posted 13 Years Ago


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



Posted 13 Years Ago



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Marion , OH



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