Life's Laments

Life's Laments

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

I spent this life a burning flame Forged eternally on the run I have only myself to blame For the things that I have done

"

Payton and I


My granddaughter Payton and I contemplating the mysteries of the universe.




Winds of change follow where I go

sirens cry o'er the sea

For what I wished I'll never know

songs they sing all speak to me

 

Had I missed a chance at ardor

to play, to run or to roam

Perhaps if I'd traveled farther

somewhere else I might call home

 

These the thoughts of a selfish heart

from love I could not render

Once loneliness had torn apart

all feelings that were tender

 

The hallowed heart I’d wished to find

most this life spent running to

Was never known to be too kind

longed for what it never knew

 

I spent this life a burning flame

forged eternally on the run

I have only myself to blame

For the things that I have done

 

These truths of life come slow to some

lessons I learned the hard way

It’s not the night that one runs from

it’s light of our darkest day

 

My wife has settled me a bit

such a handsome girl is she

She has my heart and well knows it

a better man lives in me

 





© 2021 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
I am forever looking back upon the road I traversed. I don't always like what I see. But I have for reasons unknown to me always been able to see the better angel of my nature. I look into the hopeful eyes of my granddaughter and see the beautiful soul of innocence. It is for that hope that I strive to be a better man.

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Tate - nicely done. Your writing is so much about who you are - where you live Reading your poetry is always such a step into your personal space... Few are brave enough to do this. On THIS piece - love it! I have two LOYAL causes in life... (aside from my child who comes with an entire set of his own), and both tend to cause a knee jerk reaction whereby I rush headlong to justice... often foolishly. NUMBER ONE: FAILURE TO OWN! In this piece, you take total responsibility for all of the parts of your life - you own your life and actions, and all the good, the bad and the in between. Such RESPECT for that! Refreshing to read this... so few people do this anymore. Would that more people would... so much less conflict if it were so. Thank you :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


beautiful verse Tate, as always. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate, this poem has hit a personal string with me. I read it and felt my reflection through your words.

Well written and I enjoyed the resolve of your poem.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I really like this. I felt the emotions as I was reading through. You are lucky than some to have what you have. Don't look into the past as failure or it being bad. But see as what brought you here and what it took to have all that you have. And look back more at all the good things you had and still have along the way.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Soft again,mixing old and new words is natural for you,Running from the light of our darkest day, A lot of salt
in that line,
Smile Cleef,

Posted 11 Years Ago


Very very beautiful Tate. I love how this is written and the honest feel of this piece. Great job!

Posted 11 Years Ago


This is a personal write, but also a poem that a reader can relate to. I can look back on my own decisions and ask the same thing, "Perhaps if I'd traveled farther; somewhere else I might call home". But I too, look where I have ended, and now I wonder what else I could want?

Posted 11 Years Ago


Nice, I liked it.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Beautiful self knowledge here Tate, I admire that.
I see you growing still, through all storms, and hard
Ways, you've been through. Yet here, I feel the
Need to rest... I like your wife. She's as me, when
It comes to troubles. :) Beautiful write dear Poet.

Keep on sharing your honesty, and the "true you"
I adore it.

E.L.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Looking back serves no great purpose Tate.You can't change what has been done in any way. Regrets we all have. But living is for here and now and for the future. Our youthful pecadilloes do not really count for much unless they taught us something of value. You have what you were searching for.You know the way forward so just get on with it. Raise your son to value the right things in life. Nothing is more important than presenting a good example.
No doubt he will rebel from time to time but the core values will remain.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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