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Tate Morgan May 2014
This the question of existence
to be a good soul all my days
I find the problem in my years
setting example by my ways

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As I have tried to reconcile
with the conscience that rules my soul
I always find I come up short
never quite reaching that fine goal

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When I was young I ruled the waves
holding sway in every court
I did as my heart commanded
as if life were a game of sport

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But now that I am not alone
I find myself caring much more
How my character is perceived
and what I hide behind each door

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So now I have committed to
repairing the mistakes and flaws
Fixing all the things that went wrong
when I did not follow the laws

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I pray that I be successful
in changing my bad ways to good
To give my child a fighting chance
just as every father should

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If only I could travel back
to correct the sins of my youth
I could tell him to be like me
knowing I was telling the truth

Tate
t hurts my soul to even think of some of the foolish misguided passions and mistakes my life once fed. Don't we all wonder what if? I suppose we all would like to be forgiven for the transgressions of our youth. If we could who among us would not go back and repair the damage we have wreaked? Every time I have been upset with my son. I think back to the wasteland that my youth devastated. I find it easy to forgive his little transgressions.
I'm proud to say my son is a better man than me. And my wife a better woman than I deserve. But I shall stay with her so long as she will have me and count my never ending blessings.

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