LifeA Poem by Tate MorganLife is not a race to be won.
Pics daughter Aris I
wonder from where the songs they hear come as I
watch children playing all around Skipping
along as time had no meaning all
the while rain slapped on the ground Have
you ever followed a butterfly’s path or
cleared the mind as you rested in bed Looked
at the sun into the fading night while a hundred orders ran through your head No
man's last words were ever of work nor to
rule the entire world They
wish to have given time to others as
enlightenment is then unfurled When
you rush along through your day throwing
away the gifts un-opened The
dreams your parents had for you the
ones that go unspoken Take
time out of your stressful day try
not to dance so fast For
life is not a race to be won and
sadly the music won't last Tate Pics Son Tate © 2013 Tate MorganFeatured Review
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