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May 2014
Winds of change follow where I go
sirens cry o'er the sea
For what I wished I'll never know
songs they sing all speak to me

Had I missed a chance at ardor
to play, to run or to roam
Perhaps if I'd traveled farther
somewhere else I might call home

These the thoughts of a selfish heart
from love I could not render
Once loneliness had torn apart
all feelings that were tender

The hallowed heart I’d wished to find
most this life spent running to
Was never known to be too kind
longed for what it never knew

I spent this life a burning flame
always searching for more fun
I have only myself to blame
For the things that I have done

These truths of life come slow to some
lessons I  learned the hard way
It’s not the night that one runs from
it’s light of our darkest day

My wife has settled me a bit
such a handsome girl is she
She has my heart and well knows it
a better man lives in me

Tate
I am forever looking back upon the road I traversed. I don't always like what I see. But I have for reasons unknown to me always been able to see the better angel of my nature. I look into the hopeful eyes of my granddaughter and see the beautiful soul of innocence. It is for that hope that I strive to be a better man.
Tate Morgan
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