Days Gone By

Days Gone By

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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At the time I was most a man I wished I were still a boy

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Gentle the breeze that floats the air

across the years it moves my soul

Words so sweet, so gentle, and clear

melodies of love took their toll

 

A face from my past gazed at me

I had met these eyes once before

I recognized this sweet beauty

from far off to the distant door

 

Dropping by when I am weakest

lighting mysteries upon my breast

Playing melodies of love's heart

feeding the memories of my chest

 

I remember those laughing eyes

that had once stared back at me

No less the beauty decades since

in her face that child I could see

 

Aloof and careless with herself

walking high upon nature’s wine

She poured her beauty on my soul

no woman was ever so fine.

 

But oh the times of yesteryear

how they tasted divine like bliss

My mind a-wash in thoughts of her

longed for that first touch and kiss

 

Time seemed to have passed but moments

yet many years had seen much joy

At the time I felt most a man

I wished that I were still a boy




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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Written to commemorate the day I ran into my childhood sweetheart at a party Some 15 years later than I had last seen her as a child.

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THANK YOU.

I wish to thank you, from the depths of feeling hammocked in reverie of sweetness.
This poem was first read silently without Etta James's At Last in the background-
The first time I read it, I felt the most peace I have felt in a long time- just for coming across a stranger's poem but feeling enraptured by some certain unknown uncertain nostalgia of what it's like to be a child and see the world through a child's eyes, precious, a little girl is always dreaming of holding in her tiny palm the hand of a special boy who at that first rose blushing, only thinks upon his face as hers, at last, somewhere hovering above in Heaven's distant, and now close- dream.
This poem is surreal.
These lines brought tears to my eyes:

No less the beauty decades since
In her face the child I could see

...and then of course, rereading it a second time with the first of melody-
brought life to me.

THANK YOU.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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A beautiful piece to make any man remember those days of youth and young love ...

Posted 1 Year Ago


Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

I too remember those days the pounding heart the sweat on my palms the shaking hands and rush of adr.. read more
Wow, this brought back a memory for me from many many years ago by a stream. It was my first kiss. I suppose I'll never forget it or her. Nicely done Tate.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you Relic often it is the first ecperiance by which we judge all others
Oh my god

So kind to the heart and so beautiful ...... love the song ...... please read "high" i sang this song .....


A face from my past gazed at me
I had met these eyes once before
I recognized this sweet beauty
from far off to the distant door

Love these lines

Oh stunning

Posted 2 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

thank you so much i have many the romantic poems but this one is special to me
Another unbelievable piece! Beautiful write, I love the flawless flow
and sweet message! Thanks again for sharing and b-blessed!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you jamestown so nice to see you again .One of our all time greats returned today james Magill.. read more
I too like these stanzas

Aloof and careless with herself
walking high upon nature’s wine
She poured her beauty on my soul
no woman was ever so fine


great job...congrats on the contest

Posted 2 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you rico nice to hear from you
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Aloof and careless with herself
walking high upon nature’s wine
She poured her beauty on my soul
no woman was ever so fine.

This stanza is my favorite of ur so beautiful poetry
loved it well done ,happy to have u as the winner in my contest with this one

Posted 2 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you Red so nice to have been a part
You've so beautifully entwined that sweet past with a present experience… elegant words and imagery. The poem is a wonderful, nostalgic experience.

Posted 3 Years Ago


MomzillaNC

3 Years Ago

It's quite lovely. IDK that's soul mates, but it's definitely beautiful and inspires one to their ow.. read more
Tate Morgan

3 Years Ago

thank you dear
MomzillaNC

3 Years Ago

You're very welcome.
Awe, I knew this was about love when I viewed your post on Facebook! I have no suggestions. Nope, not one. Personally, I loved it. I thought it was perfect!

Posted 3 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

3 Years Ago

Thank you so much I am glad you liked it
awwww, now this made me smile.. so sweet.... isn't it funny the effect of childhood crush on our souls... they hold a special sacred place in there.. how the memories of them are so fresh and vivid as if no time has passed.. and the emotion linked still as strong as the first day..... the song was a beautiful addition to this awesome piece...

Posted 3 Years Ago


AprilRN1210

3 Years Ago

and it shows here.. very nice.. I have enjoyed all of your works this evening.. thank you so much fo.. read more
Tate Morgan

3 Years Ago

the honor is all mine thank you I enjoy your company
AprilRN1210

3 Years Ago

you're welcome.. and thank you:)
AH the woes of childhood loves and friendships. This is a lovely piece as well.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

3 Years Ago

Thank you very much I guess you would call me a repentant poet lol

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