The Error Of My WaysA Poem by Tate Morgan I missed chances so golden for the error of my ways.![]()
Every sweet life flowers golden Mixing old colors in with the new. Creating a wonderful child each time. Of a mixed ever changing hue. ____________________________
My life has been both heartache. Along by spirits of love in rain. Tossed up around and foundered. With the dreams I cannot attain. ____________________________ As I recall the lost soft beauty. For aching spirit in still delight. I looked to Gods sweet Heaven. With thoughts that stir the night. ____________________________ For life's time waits on none of us. It masters fate with earnest callous. Caring for none in favored mercy. Helping not who it shows malice. _____________________________ But I shall have known wisdom. With his brother mighty pain. As my friends they so haunt me. Joys I may never know again. _____________________________ I walked the earth so emboldened. In my brazen younger days. That I missed chances so golden. For the poor error of my ways! Tate © 2009 Tate Morgan
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8 Reviews Added on August 11, 2009 Last Updated on September 27, 2009 AuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutI am a poet by nature. Compelled through a life time of experience to give voice to our existence. To honor the struggle. Not the reward. Hopefully to see something of note. The reason why we w.. [more]Writing
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