VanityA Poem by Tate MorganGod offered me omnipotence by giving me a chance to choose I stood bold stance, and took that chance to ever walk within his shoesGod offered me omnipotence by giving me a chance to choose I stood bold stance, and took that chance to ever walk within his shoes
He then offered me five choices Pleasure, Fame, Riches, Love, and Death I will have won, when it's all done so I thought as I caught my breath
Then so it was I chose Pleasure with the thought to enjoy my youth To run with boys, through all life's joys happiness was my only truth
Pleasures that youth delights upon were disappointing, then grew cold Sun setting play, that every day trickled my fingers through, like gold
So once again he came to me "surely wisdom has found you now Now choose your fate, it's not too late as I said, this I will allow"
"Fame" I said as he smirked at me I wish to be a man renowned To play the game, that touts my name as one deserving of the crown"
But Fame was a fickle master that led to Envy, Greed and Lust A shinning star and giant car that in the end had turned to rust
Once more God offered me a choice of the few things that still remain "Besides your birth, there's one of worth try using your heart, not your brain"
"Riches then" I did say to him "surely they can cure all my pain To do what I can as a man by amassing what I may gain"
Wealth was not the answer I sought left me with none of what I'd won When in the end, I had no friend to rejoice in what I had done
So one last time he gave me choice "Love" I said is what I would like "A woman's chest, where I may rest perhaps even a little tyke"
The time it passed so quickly by as I then sat beside her grave A-wash in tears, for all those years spent chasing dreams, that none could save
"My life has run it's course old man your final choice is the worst yet" "My love I lost, at such a cost all that's left of me is regret"
He said "since you have not asked me for advice on what you should do I gave Death in a dying breath to one more deserving than you"
" Why won't you grant me rest" I said "what more is there for me to learn" " That a life of greed serves no need live with old age, till it's your turn" © 2021 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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