The Reaper

The Reaper

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

I stopped to see my father today.

"

 Heaven goes by favor. If it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in. Mark Twain

 

I stopped to see my father today

as he lay on his third deathbed

The Reaper visited two times before

but my father refused to play dead


 

"Son he said. Come sit with me

for I feel it my duty to tell

It's not that I have found Heaven

but more over I didn't find Hell"


 

I suppose when a man nears his end

he fears for his immortal soul

My father thought the sins of his youth

would reap him a horrible toll


 

To all of us who have known success

from labors and pains endured

It isn't the end that fills our hearts

it's by the journey that we are cured


 

For a man knows nothing if not that

as he learns from life's long way

Through troubles faced and overcome

strength and character grows each day




It doesn't matter which God you believe

nor which Heaven your bus runs to

Grow your faith in your fellow man

and perhaps he can go there too

 





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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Out from the black of eternal night shone a ray of light!

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How can I review, when you start out with Mark Twain staring me down? Will Rodgers he would of been easier,
or a wild thought Zappa, "Joe's Garage". You leave no room Fathers yours and mine have the edge, they could read,and not just books,Men , they would measure,the moment, the time, the gap in the man at the end of the hand,pressure, depth of eye,their force was knowing of the part out of line, by grace they would live and accept from others what they would not from you. The Bar was high for all, but we placed ours in our fathers will.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

lee von cleef

9 Years Ago

lesson they don't teach anymore.
Tate Morgan

9 Years Ago

How true I remember after that his other saying I never knew drake needed a man in his life till you.. read more
Tate Morgan

9 Years Ago

Children know they see right through facades they say what they feel



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A very beautiful poem!
"nor which Heaven your bus runs to / Grow your faith in your fellow man /and perhaps he can go there too"

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

10 Years Ago

thank you very nice of you to be so kind
Like this, written with care, have to admit I am not great fan of videos, I like to concentrate on the written word..

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

10 Years Ago

thank you for that honesty Les. I am so glad you came by
very nice poem.... abit deep for me to delve into at this moment....

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

10 Years Ago

Thank you N Loc I'm sorry if this brought up bad memories
Indeed, it's by the journey we are cured. Many seem to miss the point. It's not the goal. It's how you reach it. This was a moving dedication, Tate. I just don't understand what you mean when you say "My father's great mistake in life was thinking us just here for him". The poem as a whole is enchanting, and the music really elevates the poem to another level. You sure do know how to present your poems. This is a tribute to an immortal soul.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

10 Years Ago

Hi Doc oh if only we had all the answers right? hank you so much
I really liked this one. Great poem Tate

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

10 Years Ago

Hey mark nice to see you tonight i am half out of it but i wrote that a while back for my father he .. read more
This is a amazing piece. These are the kind of words we must leave with our kids. To trust in themselves and stand for the right things. I like that he defeated death twice. The second reading was better than the first. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and memories.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

10 Years Ago

Coyote thank you I have been working all day so great to hear from you A man of the world your words.. read more
The son is the father of the man ... and in whatever way we come to see the old man ... we realize that he once loved us. A poem about the timeless relation between father and son.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

10 Years Ago

I hold my god responsible for his own errors Even if they are us. just as i would be responsible in .. read more
Very nicely done Tate. A journey we will all one day realize we have already embarked upon.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

10 Years Ago

MAy i postpone that trip as long as possible
realmwriter

10 Years Ago

Indeed my friend, indeed.
Dear Tate
This is full of wisdom making each and every one of us realise the importance of believing. We do not know what lies ahead but we sure know we are going somewhere sometime, and until then we live our lives dealing with whatever comes our way, trying in the process to comprehend why fate has played such cards. This we have no control over and everything happens for a reason. Great and wondrous things and feelings take place for some during this course but not so good for others.
Your Dad had his own thoughts and that's allowed
Thanks for a wonderful share this Monday morning
:-) xx

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

10 Years Ago

Thank you Babs lovely thoughts
Loved, loved, loved the message of this one Tate.
It doesn't matter which God you believe

nor which Heaven your bus runs to

Grow your faith in your fellow man

and perhaps he can go there too

Spectacular words.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

10 Years Ago

Thank you pryde so beautiful to hear from you

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