On mornings hence I'll forget
to forgive this callous blow
That left me broken on the field
where angels hearts don't go
____________________________
As to the scar left there upon
I'll hide it best I can
For fear they might see my pain
and think me not a man
__________________________
When in future I'll be asked
to say this was my fault
Why open this tender heart within
to the unending pain of assault
___________________________
As future bears witness of
my life and deeds inscribe
Descendants will think me as kind
for the life I try to describe
__________________________
In life I took much less than gave
I walked the good heart line
Carried the hopes of the small
held theirs as they held mine
_________________________
But to God, I say through it all
I was true to his design
Gave my heart in earnest love
for a life, sweet, gentle and divine
Tate
Original poem with music and self portrait
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/446689/
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
On mornings hence I'll forget
to forgive this callous blow
That left me broken on the field
where angels hearts don't go
____________________________
As to the scar left there upon
I'll hide it best I can
For fear they might see my pain
and think me not a man
__________________________
When in future I'll be asked
to say this was my fault
Why open this tender heart within
to the unending pain of assault
___________________________
As future bears witness of
my life and deeds inscribe
Descendants will think me as kind
for the life I try to describe
__________________________
In life I took much less than gave
I walked the good heart line
Carried the hopes of the small
held theirs as they held mine
_________________________
But to God, I say through it all
I was true to his design
Gave my heart in earnest love
for a life, sweet, gentle and divine
Tate
Original poem with music and self portrait
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/446689/
What can be said of the broken heart that hasn't touched most? I was much too old to be having my first and only heart break. It struck me like a thunderclap . Knocked the wind from me and set me off my heels. I was a long time injured. And to a depth yet unknown to me. This is the first poem I ever wrote! Written at the age of 47, 2008. Luckily I went on survived to love and marry again!
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