A Lesson Learned

A Lesson Learned

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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How kind her teared eyes that hid the truth; from the lips that would never confess.

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Rode the train with my girl today

across the barn swept hollows

Past lush fields of emerald green

with the life and love that follows

 

The train car tapped out a lullaby beat

which spent our time lost in leisure

The smiles past came by with the peace

life's sweet gifts we couldn’t measure

 

A man had set across the aisle of us

he seemed so different from me

Clothes tattered, torn and weathered

homeless and likely worn hard was he

 

I couldn’t help but to take the notice

his features hewn and deeply lined

Drawing a map of where he'd been

red eyed he looked half blind

 

Something alone in his vacant stare

said It was me that he resembled

The thought had taken me a-fright

I looked hard, long and trembled

 

I saw my lover look over him too

noticed the hair might be the same

Except for straggling beard and decay

I had felt a deep sense of shame

 

Could that be what would happen to me

what fallen angel had led him astray

A nightmare vision of life’s full truth

eyes of pain in the heart they betray

 

Then my lover looked back upon me

her thoughts she sought hard to repress

How kind those teared eyes that hid the truth

from her lips that would never confess



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Tate Morgan
An introspective mirror of myself.

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This piece holds unmaginable beauty! The seasoned timelessness of such a beautiful, yet solomn journey through the eyes of such a man, yet the thought that they might be yor own looking back at you from the differences of eras. How could a person be more beautiful than the man sat in front of you. Wonderful! Simply wonderful!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Well, how funny that I should go back to the start - and read the word 'emerald' (so connected to Kansas) so very soon. I wonder, what does that mean? The poem, too, like a journey, a wistful reflection of home - of yourself - of the love that we have, that is right there in front of us. that can be so very hard to express. The long road that has gone before, and the road that lies ahead, etched in faces, in thoughts, in love.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Tate Morgan

10 Years Ago

I see you are a unique individual Thank you I dont often meet people so interested in the roots of m.. read more
Rosalind Gale

10 Years Ago

I do like to make people smile, Tate.
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Oh my! What a heartfelt and inspiring poem. Beautifully written. I love the line, "the train car tapped out a lullaby beat." A wonderful poem. Thanks for sharing!

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Pax
well played truth my friend, its hard to see something that is hidden beyond the soul... that needed to look more further than physical, and looking deep beyond the pages of this person's history and understand.... i like this.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Your imagery is nearly perfect in this one. And the thought of seeing your future self in that way gave me chills. Incredible piece!!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Interesting thought to see who and what you may one day become because of the path you chose to take today. This is very deep and holds a certain fear and sadness of the things that may one day be. Another beautiful write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I really love this. It's quite British in a sense, with its descriptiveness and hidden meanings. Good job!

Posted 11 Years Ago


I really felt the train going over the tracks and I loved the line "The train car tapped a lullaby beat"...awesome, once again!

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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