Where will we be tomorrow,
In this life will our paths, ever cross again,
Each day in this life we borrow,
Never knowing, when our next chapter will begin.
We are here to carry our soul through happiness and sorrow.
There are situations, we believe would be perfect everyday,
Forgetting, parts of our Earthly travels, were planned,
Before our birth, this life is for your soul in every way,
Be calm, patient, and happy, enjoy what you have been given,
Discover your spirit and soul, follow their guidance every day.
Listen to other’s, never think your ideas are always right,
We are not alive to compare, towns or certain material objects,
The material world, a trap to chase your spiritual side away,
Then you will always be anxious like a spring wound up too tight.
The original Tom Maxwell / poems © 05/21/2026 AD
Philosopher / polymath
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 9:02 AM UTC
Where will we be tomorrow,
In this life will our paths, ever cross again,
Each day in this life we borrow,
Never knowing, when our next chapter will begin.
We are here to carry our soul through happiness and sorrow.
There are situations, we believe would be perfect everyday,
Forgetting, parts of our Earthly travels, were planned,
Before our birth, this life is for your soul in every way,
Be calm, patient, and happy, enjoy what you have been given,
Discover your spirit and soul, follow their guidance every day.
Listen to other’s, never think your ideas are always right,
We are not alive to compare, towns or certain material objects,
The material world, a trap to chase your spiritual side away,
Then you will always be anxious like a spring wound up too tight.
The original Tom Maxwell / poems © 05/21/2026 AD
Philosopher / polymath
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