Treading in the Steps of the Greats

Treading in the Steps of the Greats

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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"Not many get knocked down in life then rise to the top of the hill As life exacts a price you see for those willing to pay that bill"

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Grandpa Ed and my father Ed Jr

Grandpa Ed and My Father Eddie Jr.


Looking back to my eighteenth year


sitting with gramps in the grandstand


He looked at me, said " listen son


life seldom goes as we planned"




"See your father out on the track


coming 'round in the post parade


You should be proud of him you know


for all the dues that he has paid"




"If you'd said fifteen years ago


that he was the cream of the crop


I'd beat you down, there on the ground


leaving your a*s on the blacktop"





"Not many get knocked down in life


then rise to the top of the hill


As life exacts a price you see


from those willing to pay that bill"





Years later we stood by his grave


my father, my brothers and I


Gramps hadn't shared this forgiveness


before he had to say goodbye





I passed that story to my dad


whose eyes said he understood


For as a man, it was my plan


to help ease his pain if I could





Then when my own father passed


I stood there holding his ashes


About to pour, across the floor


of the track that saw our clashes




In that one defining moment

I whispered a prayer to the Fates

"Please forgive the sins of my youth"

treading in the steps of the Greats












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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
When my father was young he gave my grandfather bloody fits. I know how he regretted it later. As he was so hard on me for fear that I too would take that road. He said to me "Son you scare me to death. Of all my children you are the one that keeps me up at night. I see myself in you and it scares me. Just because you are fearless doesn't mean you are immortal." I came to find he was right. I do not know what drives young men to temp the will of unkind fates. However I lived to tell the tales and my son now is doing the same to me. So there is justice. Last month he came home on a motorcycle to tell me he was tired of just existing and wanted to live a little. He wants to have adventures as I have had. God is paying me back for the sleepless nights I dealt my own father.
When my own father passed a year ago we poured his ashes across the race track where his life began and his race ended. Miss ya dad!

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This was a great story you gave us about your life. It makes us all think about our own
clashes with our own parents and what shapes us into who we are. Nice work.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Zeitgeist thank you if you have or ever will have children do yourself a favor forgive anything they.. read more
Nine children my parents had, many learned from their elders experience, a couple gave mom grey hair. That is the cycle of life. Valentine

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Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you valentine
Eventually each generation comes to appreciate the wisdom of the one before. Like a rock, well rounded and venturesome.

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Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Paloma thank you I woke with the answer and the wuestion all formed in my mind
Not bad my friend. Not bad at all. I especially like the solidity of the last verse.

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Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you I awake one morning to this realization that I am my fathers son
Very beautiful emotional and loving piece. Great job.

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Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you debbie so nice to hear from you i am not on as much any more but Ill try
a beautiful beautiful poem Tate :)

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Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Sid thank you very much
It all comes down, it rolls around with the one generation thinking the other has thinking so outdated, the other appalled at the younger cluelessness! Until the time (hopefully) there can be a meeting of the minds and it comes full circle. A very touching tribute, Tate

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Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you Barbara this like all of my magi nations was drawn from real life and tells us all what we.. read more
This is deep and meaningful. Expertly done.

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Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you Sorcha
The consciousness of your youth along with your storytelling makes this a beautiful coming of age poem. To watch you understand the great men in your family from your writing, gives you an edge that you may or may not have been made aware of. It is quite the breathtaking moment when you appreciate the complexities of the ones before you. Excellent.

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Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much I have always been v
Blessed with a sixth sense for what lies just under th.. read more
I always love your poems and this is a tale well worth telling. We give and take from our parents and inevitably experience karmic justice from the next generation. As Pryde said, a beautiful testament to love and forgiveness. Thanks for sharing!

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Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you Jennie I guess we all find in the end that we have kept the best of what we were given

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