A Young Mans Dreams

Me back when I was a horseman. Circa early 90s

I hardly remembered my dad

from the time when I was a boy

When he left we were all bereft

there alone to fend for our joy

 

So with a pocket full of dreams

I traced the river as it flowed

More like a stray finding his way

I departed the winding road

 

I went out to try my fortune

and find the father I had lost

How I would grow I didn't know

investing my youth was the cost

 

He was a man of single mind

who would rule with an iron fist

Much was my fear when he was near

that I would make it to his list

 

 

After many years we parted

as I developed my own ways

Never dull my life is grateful

to have had those wonder filled days

 

Tate

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Author's Note

The life of a horseman is a tough road.The track is the crossroads . Where a man goes to mortgage his soul to the devil for success. It is where the last refuge of the illiterate met the dregs of humanity. Many if not all of us there were at odds with life. From there we all plied our trades, tested our mettle, and grew to manhood. Life as it has always been presented to me was a struggle. But to a young man who had the advantage of 6 generations of predecessors, it was a river of humanity running free. Just as the wind that blew across my cheek each race. Every day the races allowed a man to redeem himself from the day before. To be reborn each and every night. I love the adventure my life has been. And think we all love the feeling of climbing aboard a horse and melding our powers with theirs. Becoming a hybrid of flesh and steel. Increasing our powers ten fold. To be for all intensive purposes a god for a couple minutes. The track for a young man is such a place. It is a microcosm of both the world we live in, and the world of the past that our ancestors lived in. With salvation at the end of the rainbow. At 18 I set out to find the world I had lost. I held 50 dollars to my name. Little did I know I was in for a adventure Ali Baba would have envied.

Reviews

[poetic soul]

sometimes, all it takes to be there, is a pocket full of dreams!!!!
though just dreaming big is never enuf, but it is the first step for sure!!!
good job, mate! :)

[Nothing Personal]

Neat with expressions such as "pocket full of dreams" and a sense of loss turning into a sense of adventure and discovering hope through life itself, this is a poem about upliftment, finding a way through and about surviving and living life, itself. A journey, thoroughly..I am glad this came from your life. I am glad it has been penned down..I am sure Ali Baba would have envied you..if not for the adventures, but for your recounting of it..

[Midday_Mystery]

This poems tempo and rhythm is superbly entwined with its content.. The texture is light hearted and deep, and the song gave it a wonderous air to it. The poem remineces boldy of those horseracing days, and it make the reader feel as if they are trodding along with you. Very well written and an Excellent Write... May God bless!

[Tommy]

I have been lucky in my life, my father and mother stayed together, and still are together. This is a rarity in the world today, I think. However, my brother's father left him at birth. I always wondered how a parent could do that. He has never spoke to me of his father, and I think he just looks at my father who adopted him as being his father, which my father is proud to be. We both look up to this man, he has lived a life we can be proud of, and makes it me proud to be his son. Without going on about my own father, I will just say that I think it makes him just as happy to be a father as I am to be his son...Sorry to go on about my father so, but this is where you piece took my thoughts...

As always Tate your form, feel, and structure is impeccable!
Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[Im His Daughter]

Awesome Poem Tate.. Is this about your Dad?