Child of the Night

I have to wonder now and then

as the dreams I once held divine

Have left me just like other men

to age and wither on the vine

 

Where once I thought that I would be

so much further along in life

Now the dreams that I once could see

so cut me quick just like a knife

 

Perhaps the gods that rule my fate

have turned their backs upon me now

Lacking what I once thought so great

leaves me this truth to disavow

 

Where is the strength that gave men pause

where once I bent life to my will

When I was game for hell and cause

and drank until I'd had my fill

 

Be careful where your shadow cast

as the dimming light pays a toll

The day will come you breathe your last

when you will have to face your soul

 

But then I gaze upon my child

with the strength and the fire to fight

I think of when I was so wild

I shunned the day and loved the night

 

It makes me want to continue

to keep the Hounds of Hell at bay

Push the muscles and the sinew

to wake to face another day 

 

 

copyright march 27 © 2014 Tate Morgan

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Author's Note

I often think of my own end. It is hard not to feel the hand of time on me. Life has a way of wearing us down. I have outlived my own predictions by many a year. I once thought I would surely meet the end by the time I was thirty. I shall have to console myself with the thought that I might just live to be old lol.

Reviews

[realmwriter]

"It makes me want to continue

to keep the Hounds of Hell at bay

Push the muscles and the sinew

to wake to face another day" This is genious as is the rest of this piece, Always a joy to reada your work but to see it fro a lightly darker perspective than you usualy write is incredible. Been wonderin how your poetry would read with a darker tone to it, now I know that it reads with an ominious note yes but still your positive message remains. It's like a stor cloud with a silver lining, only it's a silver cloud with a grey shadow. Just awesome my friend...

[Tate Morgan]

Yes that is true. What is sad for me is in the loss of my own dreams are all part of the plan of life. It is the child who matters not me. And in him I find my own purpose. If i can give him a boost on his own dreams Looking past my own we both win. In his joy and happiness is my own. Thank you.

[Tate Morgan]

Yes you are only one of two you and Deron Alexis Are the only two to grasp the depth of this poem. Perhaps because you have a new child.One day this will be your truth too.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Nice ending~
Past~ haunts many and others cherish it.
We learn from our mistakes and the future should be brighter.
Turning around in life is the key when traveling down the wrong path.

[Tate Morgan]

Josie so nice to see you today I am one who learns everything the hard way Oh well we all make our way best we can Thank you

[Honey-Bee]

Lovely! Maybe we have all felt like this at one time or another.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Bee I force myself to face reality now and again to my dismay

[David Lewis Paget]

Very introspective, Tate. I think that after we get to a certain age, we begin to look back, remember our initial dreams, and wonder where it all went wrong. If we don't, we've learned nothing from life.
It all seems so easy when you're young, healthy and ambitious. But we still have a little time left to us to right the wrongs, make our apologies to those we've hurt along the way, and make peace with the world.
A sensitive poem.

[Tate Morgan]

Hi Dave thanks Yeah i have to think I am so unable to curb my nature. When I was young and full of fire I listened to no one but my own desires. Now I find I look at those days as a bit selfish. Oh well to hell with that its Onward to the end I guess where I'll stand for my own soul and take what comes to me. lol