Youthful Vision

Youthful Vision

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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Our minds are what capture and keep good and painful thoughts that abound Should we choose to tolerate them bad times will be our only sound

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Old years like waves broke on the shore

a burnt sky felt both dark and gray

The winds had howled so cold and long

my soul was beaten night and day


 

I wonder if there was a time

when I could have turned right not left

And in so doing change my fate

thereby saving this heart bereft


 

But those are thoughts best left alone

to think on when there’s nothing more

As now we have the blue-sky smiles

bright summer,  red eves to adore


 

I find they are just our choices

that is which times we think upon

To live in pain from days gone by

or within the light there-upon


 

Our minds are what capture and keep

good and painful thoughts that abound

Should we choose to tolerate them

bad times will be our only sound


 

For me I choose the bright sunlight

spring times when I was but a child

The favored memories of days

when I ran torrid, fast and wild

 
















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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
I decided long ago that when the winds blew me cold and long. I would simply look within myself. For memories of days when I was sleek, fast and strong.

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My man Tate...

"I wonder if there was a time
when I could have turned right not left
And in so doing change my fate
there by saving this heart bereft"

There was a time, and you used it wisely, as the "road" decision is part of all of our histories..Frost knew what road was best for him, and so did you..

"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."

You are just "telling this with a sigh"..in this poem.
And I am glad to have read it.

The pen takes over for strong muscles, sometimes..and your pen is "sleek and strong"


Namaste
ice



Posted 8 Years Ago


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Amazing poem keep up the great work i can't wait to read more you are amazing writer

Posted 5 Years Ago


THIS IS GREAT...
PERIOD...

Posted 7 Years Ago


I prefer to dwell on the good times and forget about the bad. Is a wonderful way to paint a picture of pain left in the past and look towards the bright future. Loved it!

Posted 7 Years Ago


beautiful and gives me faith in humanity again. cannot explain why, it just does.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Bright memories are always the best cure for life's storms. It's human nature to wonder what might have been, no matter how hard it is on our hearts. Thanks for sharing another heart felt piece!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Well written, life is choices, choose well. Thought provoking indeed, Tate. :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


OH, it is common to occassionally reflect on the woulda coulda shoulda moments. Nicely written.

Posted 8 Years Ago


A heartfelt poem !

Posted 8 Years Ago


to let the past go by like a river under a bridge is one thing we can do. as the years come and go and we get older we also become wiser. and yes to remember when we were sleek, fast and stronge are memories we do hold dear. i can relate to your words very well...ty

Posted 8 Years Ago



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