Thinking about this life,
No one will ever understand,
You never know, if you have,
A solution, within your hand,
Unless you create, a useful plan.
Always thinking, of others,
Who are now, out of your sight,
Confusing thoughts, or a comfort,
To relax you, during a lonely night.
True feelings, and emotions,
Un – comfortable, confusion, questions of why,
No one plans, or on command, can start to cry.
Looking out my window, through the leafless trees,
A cold, sunny day in December, the seasons change,
As do many of our plans, always searching, where to be.
You never know when a new idea, or vision, will come to you,
Will they be realistic, think positive, what ever you plan, or do.
Peaceful, out side, I just seen a lone squirrel, scamper by,
I look out this window, always sorting back, pages, memories, within my mind,
Forty years, having fun, I created, a nature preserve, a two hole golf course, countless hours, and pounds of fescue turf seed
All done with hard working hands, friends, helped, patience, time.
A beautiful scene, a place to capture new energy, while stimulating my mind.
Philosopher/ Polymath The Original Tom Maxwell / poems © 12/14/2025 AD
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 9:33 PM UTC
Thinking about this life,
No one will ever understand,
You never know, if you have,
A solution, within your hand,
Unless you create, a useful plan.
Always thinking, of others,
Who are now, out of your sight,
Confusing thoughts, or a comfort,
To relax you, during a lonely night.
True feelings, and emotions,
Un – comfortable, confusion, questions of why,
No one plans, or on command, can start to cry.
Looking out my window, through the leafless trees,
A cold, sunny day in December, the seasons change,
As do many of our plans, always searching, where to be.
You never know when a new idea, or vision, will come to you,
Will they be realistic, think positive, what ever you plan, or do.
Peaceful, out side, I just seen a lone squirrel, scamper by,
I look out this window, always sorting back, pages, memories, within my mind,
Forty years, having fun, I created, a nature preserve, a two hole golf course, countless hours, and pounds of fescue turf seed
All done with hard working hands, friends, helped, patience, time.
A beautiful scene, a place to capture new energy, while stimulating my mind.
Philosopher/ Polymath The Original Tom Maxwell / poems © 12/14/2025 AD
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