Treading in the Steps of the Greats

Treading in the Steps of the Greats

A Poem by Tate Morgan

"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"

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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Posted 3 Weeks Ago

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Tate Morgan

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you very much


Bloody wonderful writing. Such feelings so expertly expressed.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Why thank you clive So nice to hear from you today. It is strange how we all share the same things i.. read more
Such a beautiful story, well written with kindness and love. THIS is poetry of the highest caliber in my estimation. Bravo Tate! ~Sharon

Posted 1 Year Ago

Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you Sharon I am honored so honored.
Your friend
and it`s a hard road to travel,i know my father and grand father worked very hard
and always got back up when life hit them hard,i am proud to be there son
as i know you are..touching write

Posted 1 Year Ago

Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you Ron. being a man ion many ways is a simple thing we are here to suffer lol

1 Year Ago

i certainly believe that tate,it`s what transforms you
If we are lucky, we have good people to guide us. And we pass on the best of them to the next generation.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you Kl i have had a year to come to grips with my fathers loss. I find i learned more than i t.. read more
not my kinda music Tate lol. Yes a true reflection on growing up with the folks, when I look back I think hormones played a part in the teenage years, that defiance and rebelliousness but all settles with time. We are just fortunate to have understanding folks maybe they went through the same!:) Nice write as always.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thanks Andrew Dont think i liked the music much either. Its been said if we live long enough we cant.. read more
A piece that hugs us, a most telling of tales that gives me hope in all futures, well done, good read.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Hi Thomas thank you friend. Whatever happens between us and our parents we eventually find those exp.. read more
A wonderful poem. A great message in it. Very moving.
Well written too. Just a great piece of work all around.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you Tina I often drift back to days i regreted But learned from
Tina Kline

1 Year Ago

You are most welcome.
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Hello Tate :) I love how cradle a wisdom of having been into each and every work of your poetic artistry.
Always a pleasure to read your story, my friend

Posted 1 Year Ago

Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you Lynn As per usual I awoke to the nexis of this write from a dream .In it I remembered the .. read more

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