These scars I wear each tell a tale
of moments I'll never forget
When loves spark, had once left it's mark
and the fates had called in their debt
Where I fell upon a bottle
cut my arm and nearly bled out
I hit my head, thought I was dead
learned something of what life's about
My legs torn by years of abuse
racing horses like all my kin
I'd go down hard, leaving them scarred
the limestone would tear off your skin
But these were offerings of note
in a life spent chasing ideals
Testing extremes, of my own dreams
run down more than once by the wheels
Son you can't live your life afraid
of each danger that comes your way
So play the odds, tempt the **** gods
rise up and face each new born day
When you are but old and feeble
with your grandchild upon your knee
Tell your stories, of life's glories
show him the scars so he can see
A life spent cowering from pain
will leave you so aching inside
The gift you'd miss, from life's sweet kiss
knowing you never even tried
Tate
© 2012 Tate Morgan
Written
October 25, 2012
Life isn't easy. It isn't meant to be. But sometimes, just sometimes we reach out and touch the soul of humanity making it all worthwhile