The ShirtA Poem by Tate MorganThey walked with me most of my life watered my soul to grow loves seed Bore my pains within their own breasts through the times of my deepest needI wish to find in my own heart on each cold and blustery day Selfless meanderings of love for those who helped me on my way
I hope that my anxieties which come to haunt me day and night Wont drown me with needs for new friends leaving old ones to suffer blight
They walked with me most of my life watered my soul to grow loves seed Bore my pains within their own breasts through the times of my deepest need
Count yourself a fortunate prince to be able to name just one For whom your welfare is indeed a concern that is never done They are to me like my old shirt that I wear with great dignity reminding me of my own worth and hope for all humanity
Tate © 2013 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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