Tired of Being Alone

Tired of Being Alone

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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Many's the place I called home but none were quite the truth Realities found within the mind of each and every youth

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Excitement chased me round the globe

throughout my younger days

It haunted my soul day and night

in search of worldly praise

 

Life led me quite an adventure

through passion and delight

Searching the bars and alleyways

for each new sound and sight

 

Many's the place I called home

but none were quite the truth

Realities found within the mind

of each and every youth

 

As time went on I moved about

sampling all the wares

Those that had burned unceasingly

in my heart as in theirs

 

Time passed as I settled down

to stop my roaming ways

Happy was I to take the bit

give up my nights for days

 

The weeks seemed to pass pointlessly

work stopped my urge to roam

Though by caring for someone else

I 'd found myself a home

 

As years went by I asked myself

what more is there to life

To that came the answer a child,

family and a wife


Tate was the first to teach me love

foretelling of things to be

What it meant to love another

more than I ever loved me








© 2021 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
The day my son was born. I had the strangest sensation. At 35 years old I thought I had experienced everything, gone everywhere. I had scribed his name upon his foot in permanent marker. The nurse looked at me and scowled. I stared back and told her she ought not think of swapping my child for someone elses. What was troubling to me was a new sensation. How could it be at 35 I was just now experiencing this? Then like a thunderclap it hit me. This was to be the first time I understood the meaning of both life and love. I had finally arrived at the answer to all my questions. I loved another more than myself and and then knew why I was alive. You know few things I learned that still ring so true. A wife can leave you. A family can break up. But a son will never abandon his father. No one can take his love from you! I know that since he was born I have never been nor felt alone.

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Moms can relate to this too..
I sometimes ask...what's the point? Why am I here? Life's purpose..is to maybe put my selfish ways behind me...and learn to love another more than I love myself. It's a Christlike love I suppose. To put others before you...in hopes that it will all come back to you with good karma.

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last stanza is so beautiful... wonderful .... prisitine indeed

Posted 12 Years Ago


Children are wonderful...and annoying...and always a blessing

Posted 12 Years Ago


smart man with the sharpie...i don't blame you. a son is a gift from God.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Children assure us of our own immortality in the continuity of life. They bring you the assuarance that time and tide awaits you until you have had your fill of your searches and discoveries. Its a promise that induces peace and in peace, all things become possible. Nice write!

Posted 12 Years Ago


could relate to this a lot Tate, I have four adult children of my own. I am a little opposite to you. I didn't start to roam until they all grew up. Lovely picture. Great poem. Thanks.

Posted 12 Years Ago


enlightenment.Tate it comes to us when we are ready to receive it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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A poem filled with love. Unconditional and real. Wonderful job mate. Pardon the brevity, but WC will only accept 2 lines today

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan

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