Harvest Time for friend Tate

narrative verse

Harvest time.

 

Now in the autumn of my years.

The time has come for harvesting.

Despite the hardships and the tears.

I would not change a single thing/

 

I have regrets of course I do

I made mistakes like everyone.

But there is nothing I can do

about the past it is long gone.

 

I can look back nostalgically

 at all the things I have achieved.

My main success my family

I’m thankful for all I received.

 

I am content and just accept

I did not always have a choice.

The same as others I suspect

Though quietly I can rejoice.

 

I know I always did my best

With that I must be satisfied

I am no different from the rest.

 All I can say is that I tried.

 

When I die I’ll leave behind

a family tree that’s flourishing

 and  that provides me peace of mind

A life well worth remembering.

 

Thursday, 15 July 2010

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Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

I am truly honored to see this finally It is a beautiful sentiment well worth living for