A Poem by Tate Morgan

God offered me omnipotence by giving me a chance to choose I stood bold stance, and took that chance to ever walk within his shoes


God offered me omnipotence

by giving me a chance to choose

I stood bold stance, and took that chance

to ever walk within his shoes


He then offered me five choices

Pleasure, Fame, Riches, Love, and Death

I will have won, when it's all done

so I thought as I caught my breath


Then so it was I chose Pleasure

with the thought to enjoy my youth

To run with boys, through all life's joys

happiness was my only truth


Pleasures that youth delights upon

were disappointing, then grew cold

Sun setting play, that every day

trickled my fingers through, like gold


So once again he came to me

"surely wisdom has found you now

Now choose your fate, it's not too late

as I said, this I will allow"


"Fame" I said as he smirked at me

I wish to be a man renowned

To play the game, that touts my name

as one deserving of the crown"


But Fame was a fickle master

that led to Envy, Greed and Lust

A shinning star and giant car

that in the end had turned to rust


Once more God offered me a choice

of the few things that still remain

"Besides your birth, there's one of worth

try using your heart, not your brain"


"Riches then" I did say to him

"surely they can cure all my pain

To do what I can as a man

by amassing what I may gain"


Wealth was not the answer I sought

left me with none of what I'd won

When in the end, I had no friend

to rejoice in what I had done


So one last time he gave me choice

"Love" I said is what I would like

"A woman's chest, where I may rest

perhaps even a little tyke"


The time it passed so quickly by

as I then sat beside her grave

A-wash in tears, for all those years

spent chasing dreams, that none could save


"My life has run it's course old man

your final choice is the worst yet"

"My love I lost, at such a cost

all that's left of me is regret"


He said "since you have not asked me

for advice on what you should do

I gave Death in a dying breath

to one more deserving than you"


" Why won't you grant me rest" I said

"what more is there for me to learn"

" That a life of greed serves no need

live with old age, till it's your turn"


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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
It is always the bitterest of pills That which makes us look at ourselves for who we truly are. Not for the one we wished to be. Like many I am no stranger to vanity.LOL We do not deal much in facts when we are contemplating ourselves.
Life has taught me there are three ways we are perceived.
1. The way we see ourselves
2. The way others see us.
3. The way we truly are

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I concur. Although we have to also recognize that this truism, this perspective paradigm is changing, inevitable given the human condition for lack of a better label. There are some changes a person of my age and eduction and experience can't adapt to. That's as it is as well. I think your poem also address that juncture, where one set of values and perceptions meets the new set..... it is at that moment the concept of this poem returns and offers us another look, another chance.

Posted 7 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Tate Morgan

4 Years Ago

Thank u AL I'm sorry it didn't fit your contest


Thanks once more for another great piece of work from yourself. I always always enjoy the music that you choose, esp love van, and this piece is woven with beauty and words expressed, thanks so much for this entry into my comp good luck

Posted 10 Months Ago


10 Months Ago

Thanks u are welcome

4 Months Ago

hi judging this copetition belatedy it must of slipped through my fingers somehow mysteriously.
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Tate Morgan

4 Months Ago

Hi Julie nice to hear from you tonight Just happened to be online
This is beautiful, amazing work!

Posted 1 Year Ago

Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you very much
A true reflection on our hopes and aspirations in Life. But I like the way you write in a slightly jovial way. We can blame it all on God for giving us those choices! I think He is a bit cruel though, blaming you for not asking for his advice, and making you live with old age! But actually, in my experience Life gets better (well, easier) the older you get, when you just have to accept that life did not quite go to plan. Then death, and who knows ...........another life?

Posted 1 Year Ago

Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

I worry only about the here and now as I think I’ll worry about the afterlife when I’m
Th.. read more
True reflection of human nature written effectively in a poem, I loved the concept and the rhyme in this poem, I read this a long time ago probably a year and I couldn't forget the message this poem contains. Thank you so much for sharing this.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Najam Us Saher

1 Year Ago

Even though I read very few poems of yours, I admire your work. It is my pleasure reading them.
Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much
Najam Us Saher

1 Year Ago

You're most welcome.
Omgoodness! So much here to contemplate!.. the overall theme is the endless "missed" opportunities granted to us in this lifetime!...and why must it take a lifetime for some of us to finally get it. For me your STAND OUT line is

" I gave Death in a dying breath
to one more deserving than you"
WOW, my take..Heaven, the ultimate reward.
BUT, there IS a hint of understanding....There is always hope when you rise each morning and face a new day! LOVE this!! A wonderful read!!! thank you very much! :-)

Posted 1 Year Ago

Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Susan thank you fir stopping by and commenting it's nice to meet you I am Tate

1 Year Ago

I really enjoyed this piece! Hope to read more soon.
Tate Morgan

1 Year Ago

Stop by any time I have been absent for some time from here. I go through spurts when i write and th.. read more
Choice is a double edged sword, isn't it? Everyone wants the freedom of choice, but no one wants the responsibility that choice brings... I choose love every time, even with it's ups and downs.... nice poem to make us all think, Tate. glad to see you are still writing :)

Posted 2 Years Ago

Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Oh Lydia how long has it been? Years I think. But i still remember you. So nice to see you again. I .. read more
I loved this piece so much, I had to come and review it even though it placed in my contest. What I loved about it was like it hit everything a person faces in life. There is never a perfect choice, they all bring a assortment of happiness and sandiness. We always get a life lesson in every choice we make. A little piece of own personally wisdom. Even though we do not hear the words from God when he places; Pleasure, Fame, Riches, Love, and Death. Into our path I believe he is saying something along the lines of this. He places those things before to teach us and to help us be the person we were meant to be. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 2 Years Ago

Tate Morgan

2 Years Ago

Thank you MA yes we learn the hard way contentment is happiness in that vain we should all strive to.. read more
They say pride was the first sin...I'd venture vanity was not far behind...I don't study on myself very much at all because there are far too many things far more interesting to me than me. I've never really cared what others thought of me...but I do try to be kind and honest...sometimes those contradict and then I am bound to be eldest daughter says I am "brutally honest"...I don't know about all that. I just always thought if one tells the truth, one never has to wonder what one has said because the truth doesn't change to suit our feelings or our company. I have a great many faults and character flaws and some would say that honesty is one of them. I know I am impatient, bold and, to quote T.S. Eliot, "Full of high sentence but at times, a bit obtuse." And if I ever cared at all what anyone else thought of would be animals and small children...and I seem to do quite well with both of them. I have observed this through the years, the very rich of "old money" never flaunt their wealth...but those on the upper rungs of the ladder of succcess strut like peacocks and love to show off their latest "toys". The very successful seldom lord their positions of power over others but those hungry for the taste of power are often tyrants and bullies. And the rich man never says to the poor, "I'm just as good as you are!" The beautiful girl never says to the "Plain Jane"..."I'm every bit as pretty as you!"...There is no great equalizer except which money, power, beauty and youth mean nothing. It's not a difficult lesson to learn or bear in mind. If "All men were created equal" as Jefferson said, we were certainly born to vastly different fortunes, positions, advantages and privileges. We are ony "equal" in the most base of terms, we live and we die and there, the distinction ends. I enjoyed the thought provoking read.

Posted 3 Years Ago

Tate Morgan

3 Years Ago

Fabian this is one of the greatest reviews i ever read.Full to the rim with wisdom from a lifetime o.. read more
i love it.. i have not read a poem so well in a long time.

Posted 3 Years Ago

Tate Morgan

3 Years Ago

Hello Morgan thank you. I have to think this one took me quite a while to create it has intricacies .. read more
Amazingly written with such great meaning!
keep up the great works! :)

Posted 3 Years Ago

Tate Morgan

3 Years Ago

Well many i write are easy to to configure this wasnt one of them this took me forever
Amy R

3 Years Ago

Tate Morgan

3 Years Ago

I am a consummate perfectionist always tweaking my works to no end

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Added on April 21, 2012
Last Updated on October 22, 2018
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