Peaches

His liver like a lace doily alcohol pickled him thin He'd been turned down, all over town no one ever took him in

There was an old man, I once knew

Peaches was the name he used

He was the drunk, set on our trunk

his body old and abused

 Sharing his beer with an old horse

who caroused in the end stall

Each day by three, they'd walk by me

and stumble but never fall

 

His liver was a lace doily

alcohol pickled him thin

He'd been turned down, all over town

no one ever took him in

He drank his beer with ole Nellie

she could tip a bottle too

Swig and sway,  like Don Quixote

as they staggered, swirling, brew

 

We were headed for the races

this blustery afternoon

Each planned the trip, we had to ship

I knew we'd be leaving soon

From where we trained at the fairground

we carted them to the track

Where all would race, and take what place

each earned in front or in back

 

Peaches rode in back of the truck

so he could drink the whole way

My uncle said, he'd soon be dead

drinking had seen his decay

We sat apart from others there

he and I were best of pals

He'd tell me tales, of life’s travails

while I ogled all the gals

 

That day he shared a sordid tale

of pain he caused his own son

He had shouldered blame, bore the shame

for this thing that he had done

Back when he was just a young man

a pillar of support

He took his boy, his life’s great joy

to play their favorite sport

 

They went to a picnic that day

he had drank one too many

On the way, to watch his son play

of fears he hadn't any

His boy was riding in the back

not thinking they skipped the seat belt

He'd rolled his car, the door ajar

surprise was all he had felt

 

His boy was tossed out in a field

sweet clover of timothy

The child's light hair, seen lying there

 remembered so vividly

"I was a Veterinarian"

said Peaches to my surprise

"I went insane, called out in vain

but God never heard my cries"

 

"So now I ride where I belong

In back of my self-made bar

Hoping he, will come to take me

by tossing me from the car"

 Just then a tear fell from his cheek

the pain enveloped me too

Here cried a man, much deeper than

any of us ever knew

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Author's Note

Who can truly say that only they know the heart of another soul? The sad truth of this is that it is a true telling of an actual event.The people I met through the years engrained their stories in my mind. Where I wrote them down and stored them. All I met there were at odds with life. So I suppose judge not lest you be judged. With Peaches I realized his fascination with me was partly my youth and part my resemblance to the treasure he had lost. May he find peace in his afterlife so denied him in life.

Reviews

[Kristallo]

"Here cried a man, much deeper than
any of us ever knew" This has a wonderful message, it reminds me so much of Shakespeare's "The Comedy of Errors" where Adriana says (one of my favorite Shakesperian quotes"

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
As much or more would we ourselves complain

This man deeply lamented a horror from his past, and in consuming guilt, he consumed alcohol to assuage his inner torment- and others throughout the town would never bother to guess his reasons for being a drunk, it's easier and more fun to just mock him for his weaknesses. Society is a vicious thing. I really enjoyed reading this, Tate, it's very well written and such a strong piece. Glad I happened upon your writings tonight! Great work.

[Heather]

This is a sad story, such good narrative poetry. We all have our demons we don't share with the world, and this poem speaks well to that. Great work, as always.

[Lily Mae]

You are a true storyteller.. this is an amazing journey you have taken us on...xo

[Kes]

I really loved this. I don't think any person can truly know another. Everyone has their secrets, and everyone has their stories.
Great work - as always! Thanks for sharing.
K

[Persephone]

I enjoyed the story you told in this poem - there are many of these cowboys - thanks for sharing

[poeticpiers]

My friend you have earned the right to be named bard. Your story telling skills are as good as any I have ever read Ivor

[Tate Morgan]

Other than the birth of my son and the day I married Rebecca, I can scarcely think of an honor I treasure more than this plaudit! I am truly humbled.Thank you!
Your Friend Tate

[poeticpiers]

I speak as I find Tate

[Tate Morgan]

thank you

[Robbie~xoxo~]

The rhythm within this piece is perfection. Your story is heartbreaking... you have delivered your message brilliantly. I truly believe we can learn from others, through their experiences. This is well written... Amazing work Tate!

[Ghost of Jupiter]

a heartfelt and sad story of a broken man and what heart ache can drive a person to do to themselves. A beautiful and touching story...thank you for sharing :)

[The Random Writings Of ..]

You are true to your word when you say that who can truly know the heart of another's soul, and yes who are we to judge. This piece starts off with an old drunk named peaches, yet right off the bat, it captivated my heart for reasons to keep me reading. As the tail unfolds of the son he lost, and my heart breaks, as you tenderly let the words flow. I am once again captivated by the story of peaches. There is no where to judge any one in life as we all have a story to tell, a life we have or are living. Thank you for sharing.

[Droll Prole]

You're really great at telling a story tate. Enjoyed this tale of a broken man and as always your rhyming is effortless and smooth to read.