The Waning YearsA Poem by Tate MorganThe waning years left me lost tears
Grandpa Ed Morgan Sr,Uncle Tom, Me The waning years left me lost tears for brethren I have loved so long Remember days of childish ways taste of life was sweet as a song
Winds that blew, as they always do from youth I saw in my mirror A pale gray face, lie in its place old folly of years grows clearer
I laughed and played, as youth had stayed duty could wait, while time was free Time was my friend, though in the end pain overcame what life left me
Ed Morgan Sr With Gay Ensign Grandpa Ed, Me ,Uncle Tom Morgan © 2023 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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