Measured,Weighed

Measured,Weighed

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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If a man needs rewarded in the end for deeds he should do by conscience there is something wrong with him.

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Bernie Sander's is not an "American" He is "The American" 


Neither birth, nor death, escape pain

it starts with the babe's cry

Men wax and wane, throughout their reign

in the end just to die

 

 Through heat and cold we push onward

like Lemmings to the sea

Ever shore-ward, ever nor-ward

and on to victory

 

The weeks pass by without delay

and with them countless tears

As most I'd say, lament the day

that their months turned to years

 

What makes man something to behold

is not the after-life

It's in the gold, of stories told

and arms of the good wife

 

We need no promise from above

to tell us we'll be paid

By joys hereof, through souls we love

is man then measured weighed







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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
It has always bothered me the idea of being paid in the end for our good deeds that is. If a man needs rewarded in the end for deeds he should do by conscience there is something wrong with him. Kindness is it's own reward. Kindness is the language the deaf can hear and the blind can see.

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As always, Tate, you ponder the imponderable. I don't suppose we'll ever know the answer to your questioning the rights or wrongs of performing good deeds. Suffice it to say that good deeds usually bring about positive results, and these should be reflected in our Karma. Better that than the destructive urges now being played out in the middle east, anyway. And if there is nothing after death, we lose nothing by being magnanimous.

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Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Pondering the Imponderables I will always do good works because kindness is its own reward Thank you.. read more
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It immediately makes me think of the question, 'how many will cry when I die?" - I wake and sleep with this tale that if I can add one more to the count each day, my life will not fail.
How we deal with people and relations is really what matters in the end.
Good write

Posted 2 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you arwa Well I guess it doesnt matter who cries as much as if we die alone or not Thank you
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Give without expectation. Sometimes you do receive a good favor in return, but that's up to the individual or the receiver even.

Good write mate.

Cheers!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you Phillip it has been my perception that the act of kindness is the best reward of all
i feel like this sometimes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

thank you very much the point of this one was to bring to light the idea that a man need not think h.. read more
So true that the mark of a man is how he treats others; and that kindness is it's own reward.

Our three score year and ten is but a blink of the creator's eye, but our legacy will span the generations.

Very much enjoyed, (and agreed,) with the sentiments your poem expressed. T

Posted 2 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you very much we are here to make the most of this life I do not store up treasures in heaven .. read more
Very nicely done.....you hit on a special theme and thus the chord is just perfect in your poem. Super nicely done as always.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Jesse

2 Years Ago

Ah, nothing like that extension of ones self in family; You can see yourself in their eyes. Have a g.. read more
Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

I have written 2 on the subject the first What love is meant to be and the second called aris both a.. read more
Jesse

2 Years Ago

I see. tks for sharing.
I cherish this poem. Thank you so much

Posted 2 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you navidsan
By joys hereof, through souls we love
is man then measured weighed

Waw
Speechless again

Posted 2 Years Ago


Lingering Soul

2 Years Ago

its amazing
Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

thank you nisreenaa
Lingering Soul

2 Years Ago

Always welcome
Hi Tate,

How are you?
Is always a pleasure to read one of your inspired poems. As always, great write my friend. :)

Posted 2 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you I am great this one really has a meaning to me as i always have my questions about life
Oh I do love this, very good and definitely enjoyable

Posted 2 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you I give much thought to this one as it has always tugged at me
Beautifully written work as always Tate! This one is especially pleasing as the diction is simple enough to be considered prose but melodic and free flowing enough to be considered music. Excellent write and my new favorite!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you winslow Hows the big city treating you. Nice to hear from you
Winslow Des Totes

2 Years Ago

Eh I'm managing. Got a job as an EMT now so mostly I'm just working. How about yourself?

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