Treading in the Steps of the Greats

Treading in the Steps of the Greats

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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"Good Night Dad"

"
Grandpa Ed and my father Ed Jr

Grandpa Ed and My Father Eddie Jr.


Looking back to my eighteenth year


sitting with gramps in the grandstand


He looked at me, said " listen son


life seldom goes as we planned"




"See your father out on the track


coming 'round in the post parade


You should be proud of him you know


for all the dues that he has paid"




"If you'd said fifteen years ago


that he was the cream of the crop


I'd beat you down, there on the ground


leaving your a*s on the blacktop"





"Not many get knocked down in life


then rise to the top of the hill


As life exacts a price you see


from those willing to pay that bill"





Years later we stood by his grave


my father, my brothers and I


Gramps hadn't shared this forgiveness


before he had to say goodbye





I passed that story to my dad


whose eyes said he understood


For as a man, it was my plan


to help ease his pain if I could





Then when my own father passed


I stood there holding his ashes


About to pour, across the floor


of the track that saw our clashes




In that one defining moment

I whispered a prayer to the Fates

"Please forgive the sins of my youth"

treading in the steps of the Greats













© 2018 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
When my father was young he gave my grandfather bloody fits. I know how he regretted it later. As he was so hard on me for fear that I too would take that road. He said to me "Son you scare me to death. Of all my children you are the one that keeps me up at night. I see myself in you and it scares me. Just because you are fearless doesn't mean you are immortal." I came to find he was right. I do not know what drives young men to temp the will of unkind fates. However I lived to tell the tales and my son now is doing the same to me. So there is justice. Last month he came home on a motorcycle to tell me he was tired of just existing and wanted to live a little. He wants to have adventures as I have had. God is paying me back for the sleepless nights I dealt my own father.
When my own father passed a year ago we poured his ashes across the race track where his life began and his race ended. Miss ya dad!

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Brilliant writing and poignant backstory told in your Author’s Note. Such a raw and personal family chronicle...the volatile give and take from fathers to sons, relived...Perfection in form, flow, cadence, rhyme, imagery, allegory. Superb, nostalgic family picture. You are a wise man. Thank you so much for the excellent poetic invitation to share your life. Bravo!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Hi Annette thank you so much Nice to see you today



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one word "Nostalgic". it takes one into your background through your eyes.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Tate Morgan

11 Months Ago

Thank you Seyi yes I write if things I have lived through. I try to pass the lessons I learned on to.. read more
Some young men have an inclination to push the boundaries as far as they can. For a parent that can be really scary, a constant worry that they might press the self destruct button. Thinking here about my own family circumstances Tate. I can relate.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Can’t we all relate to this? It seems such a trait of human nature thank you
Young people have a hard time understanding those men cut from the cloth of hard times.
But here in this poem they can get a glimpse of those that lived and they that followed.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Beautiful rendering of what I was trying to portray . Thank you Cherrie
We seem to frustrate our parents and get dealt the same blow in our own children. Wonderful tribute.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you valarie
Some lovely use of words ...'gramps in the grandstand', 'cream of the crop', 'about to pour, across the floor', 'for as a man, it was my plan'. I think many will identify with this relationship between fathers and sons. The last verse is very profound. But we must remember to forgive ourself too. It is impossible to be the perfect person

Posted 1 Year Ago


Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you astri it is a very personal work
Wow you are so cruel. Your writing seriously makes others cry, in a good way of course. I was so happy I came upon this piece or rather a "masterpiece" of art. So full of emotions and grimly-gay narration your poem is inspiration and overwhelming. Such poetry is seen rarely. Please write more works like this. I literally beg of you.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Shubham Thank you. I hope you find all my works to be so gratifying. Im honored.
Beautiful, loved every bit of it. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you so
Much
Beautiful personal piece, really enjoyed reading this, shows how generations go by from a son becoming a father and having the realisation of what the father dealt with.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

thank you sarah Yeah It is sure a different feeling to become the parent
Tate, I have come to realize this experience is legion for young men and their fathers. I wonder if a grand fathers raison d' etre, the instructions in the small print, opened late in life is that of interpreter.

My life with my father is found in "I Thought"

Thanks for this elegant memory.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you Allen I wish men in my own family as well as others had been taught to master emotions. I .. read more
AllenS

1 Year Ago

I agree, and wonder if it is not this lack of facility with articulation of one's emotional life tha.. read more
Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Oh yeah my father mastered only one emotion anger he just assumed I would understand

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