My Life

My Life

A Poem by Tate Morgan

My very first poem Written at the age of 47


On mornings hence I'll forget

to forgive this callous blow

That left me broken on the field

where angels hearts don't go


As to the scar left there upon

I'll hide it best I can

For fear they might see my pain

and think me not a man


When in future I'll be asked

to say this was my fault

Why open this tender heart within

to the unending pain of assault


As future bears witness of

my life and deeds inscribe

Descendants will think me as kind

for the life I try to describe


In life I took much less than gave

I walked the good heart line

Carried the hopes of the small

held theirs as they held mine


But to God, I say through it all

I was true to his design

Gave my heart in earnest love

for a life, sweet, gentle and divine



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© 2018 Tate Morgan

Author's Note

Tate Morgan
What can be said of the broken heart that hasn't touched most? I was much too old to be having my first and only heart break. It struck me like a thunderclap . Knocked the wind from me and set me off my heels. I was a long time injured. And to a depth yet unknown to me. This is the first poem I ever wrote! Written at the age of 47, 2008. Luckily I went on survived to love and marry again!

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Featured Review moving, so sweet to listen to the heart of a real man. Sorry about the broken heart, there is but nothing more painful. Even although we know they mend, it's the damage in between the healing process.
You tell us of your excruciating experience, a place where no man wants to ever visit with his heart, yet you are able to complete such a magnificent poem in doing so.
Thanks for share
Babs x

Posted 7 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


i like this starts with lots of emotion but ends with belief and hope ... sometimes if we reach for the light the darkness will fade away.... nice job on this one...

Posted 9 Years Ago

What a wonderful triobute to yourself to rise above the pain. My heart was thinking "He's just a boy". Good job, Tate!!

Posted 9 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A beautifully written and flowing poem. To have an injustice done to you and not lash back, with every act and deed you leave an impression as to the life you lived To give back more to the world than you take.
"Carried the hopes of the small...Held theirs as they held mine." You lived as God planned and instructed, reaping the rewarding afterglow for doing so. Really enjoyed this work.

Posted 9 Years Ago

3 of 4 people found this review constructive.

This is so emotional and hurt my heart to read.
Well written and expressed emotions in this.
Very well expressed

Posted 9 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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94 Reviews
Shelved in 3 Libraries
Added on August 23, 2009
Last Updated on January 23, 2018
Tags: Poetry, Phylosophy, Life, Sad, adventure, mystery, pain, poem, romance, story, death, fantasy, fiction, heart, love

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