Why Me?

Why Me?

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

What have I learned in my trials so far

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Scout and I 

What have I learned in my trials so far

I think all I need know for now

Been broken, tattered and forlorn

then beaten and made to bow

 

With time our life so gives

then alongside it must take

Carving character as it goes

a better man of us will it make

 

As I no longer ask the question

God traded me wisdom for truth

Teaching me the meaning of life

in exchange he took my youth

 











© 2023 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
Reflections on the inner self

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But would we go back, Tate? It's nice to think that a second crack at youth would be nice, but not if we had to forgo the lessons we've learned on the journey. You have the gift of making the reader stop and consider your poems in the light of their own lives, and this makes them truly worthwhile.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Tate Morgan

9 Years Ago

Thank you Dave my theory on this is that though they are my experiences and thoughts the music and t.. read more



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Nice. You did a good job on this.

Posted 14 Years Ago


What doesn't kill us makes us stronger. Nicely done. I think perhaps instead of futile-ness...the word futility would add artistic practicality. Otherwise, a nice poem.

Posted 14 Years Ago


another great work from you. I love reading your poems

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow! That was amazing. The loved the way it rhymed so perfectly everytime.

"As I no longer ask the question
God traded me wisdom for truth
Teaching me the meaning of life
in exchange he took my youth" -- My favourite lines indicating the fact that it takes a lot of time to really understand what life is all about.
Superb write! :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


i think i understand what you mean but then some wast life and dont know it will get away from them so fast if they learn to live as was their last and i dont mean partying every night just to Enjoy the beauty and what life truely means to love life have that love for it it seems all worth living even when they are sad cause i been in them moments.



Posted 14 Years Ago


you have Inspired me here gonna do a write thank you my friend God bless

Posted 14 Years Ago


he didnt take our youth that was just the curse Adam and even put apon us from eating the Apples from the Knowledge Tree with lota other things like child birth pains and Lust But that Doesnt stop me from living life i would have a child again and go though pain for my son for him to live as it doesnt fase me i have learned to indure those things in life and over come them but i do tell you this is still a very beautiful piece hes given us Wisdom and much Truth in our lives. beautiful work , i love these lines right here. and i feel its all in how we live our lives i know i will grow old but i dont fear it its apart of life for me i was taught to live life as it was my last and i have a amazing love and Amazing Energy for life.

As I no longer ask the question
God traded me wisdom for truth
Teaching me the meaning of life



Posted 14 Years Ago


What a price to pay for wisdom!

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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