Life's Purpose

Life's Purpose

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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My duty in this life is clear pass love from the child within me Along with prayers from those that died for all the hopes of things to be

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My rendition of my grandfather Eddie and Freddie Volo graphite on canvas


Each day I wonder why I'm here

is it to fill what love requires

Or is there much more to my life

than all the joys my heart desires

 

I have been the emissary

of ancestors who came and went

My purpose lay within the genes

that through life and death they have sent

 

As thousands struggled lived and died

they entrusted within my soul

Hopes and dreams from generations

that led family in life's goal

 

My duty in this life is clear

pass love from the child within me

Along with prayers from those who've died

for the hopes of things that might be

 

While I tie my child to the past

going back to antiquity

He takes me into the future

granting us immortality



© 2018 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

Tate Morgan
I have often thought that a fathers job lay not only in his ability to provide.It is to enlighten your children with love of life. With that in mind I feel it important that we pass old wisdom's to the new. Time has a way of wearing us down. The old recriminations seem to ring out hollow as we ourselves become polished by the winds of time. In that end we see that enlightenment shows bright upon the simple truths that society masks and hides. We are here to succeed in life. Not monetarily but by producing a better version of us each time. Darwin would be proud. However to me Humanity has transcended the boundary of sentient thought. Leaving us a greater purpose that of carrying our brother along with us on life's journey.
Yesterday was the 20th running of the memorial race for my grandfather Eddie.may he rest in peace.
They don't make those men anymore!

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I feel exactly that Tate! wholeheartedly if i shake my head the right way grumbles of chat of past relatives lines stir and sound to my resound as i walk witness to those around placing those lines for others to expound (with a poets flourishes mind you:)

Posted 9 Months Ago


Tate Morgan

9 Months Ago

See the thing is every Democratic candidate will sell out for minute there in office. Only Bernie wi.. read more
Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)

9 Months Ago

I have a step son of whom almost died cause he couldn't afford his insulin he is an artist of some r.. read more
Tate Morgan

9 Months Ago

Agreed I would rather vote for Bernie and lose they do what I’m told by the news media. They have.. read more
A wonderful piece Tate, that speaks of not only those who came before, but the lineage that will continue after ours.
When we trace the line back, it becomes incomprehensible that all those chance meetings, brought us to us today. It is of some comfort however, that we, despite the vast numbers of lives involved, add and learn a little more, as each generation moves onward another step.
The time before we existed is vast, as the future will hopefully be for the lot carry on the cycle. Perhaps one day in the long distant future, our line will pause and reflect on us. My mind freaks out at how different they will be from us, as we are to our past line, but hopefully each generation, even with single improvements each generation, will iron out some of the kinks and know and learn more of our place within the cycle that is life.

Posted 1 Year Ago


We all need a purpose in life. You have found yours. Some people never do. May your Grandfather continue to rest in peace Tate. Thank you for sharing.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you Christine. Would that we could all aspire to be fondly remembered
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Year Ago

Truly worth contemplating.
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Tate your art is so wholesome like meat and taters :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

5 Years Ago

Thanks Lynn I am common as a weed lol
Very passionate and powerful message and I can't agree more!
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

5 Years Ago

Thank you so very much Jamestown
I could have sworn I left a review for this one long ago....it's a grand tribute and you've done your job beautifully Tate, I think that one line says it all...if we can love from within the child within us all..

pass love from the child within me

Posted 5 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

5 Years Ago

yeah i wish i were still a kid I was so good at it lol
Frieda P

5 Years Ago

Too bad you don't get extra years at being a kid for excelling at it! haha
Tate Morgan

5 Years Ago

True I would be eternally young lol
That was really pretty Tate:) Thanks for sharing :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

5 Years Ago

Thank you John I am glad you liked it
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5 Years Ago

Your welcome Tate.
While I tie my child to the past
going back to antiquity
He takes me into the future
granting us immortality

A really elegant and finely-expressive piece. Looking at my son, I can relate.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

5 Years Ago

Thanks pryde it is with the greatest of humility that we realize one day the roles will reverse lol
Tate your poems are so amazing keep up the great work i can't wait to buy your books

Posted 6 Years Ago


Tate Morgan

6 Years Ago

Thank you I am sure you will like them Or at least i hope so lol
melissa

6 Years Ago

Lol i know i will because your poems are amazing and your welcome

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