I remember the last time,
You walked out my door,
I never even dreamed,
It would be the last time,
Your feet, would touch, my floor.
I may never know why,
Or what direction, life took you,
For me, I cherish the memories,
Of all the special things, we shared,
That we use to do.
As the world keeps turning,
We often pick and choose,
Sometimes you win, others you lose,
Always be open, don’t let true feelings hide,
You can create many situations, with a little effort, just try.
People in this life, they come and go,
You lucky to have one or two real friends,
You know from young to old,
You only meet a few people, who really care about you,
With a common trust, in everything you do.
The original Tom Maxwell /poems © 8/14/2025 AD Philosopher -Polymath
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 3:50 AM UTC
I remember the last time,
You walked out my door,
I never even dreamed,
It would be the last time,
Your feet, would touch, my floor.
I may never know why,
Or what direction, life took you,
For me, I cherish the memories,
Of all the special things, we shared,
That we use to do.
As the world keeps turning,
We often pick and choose,
Sometimes you win, others you lose,
Always be open, don’t let true feelings hide,
You can create many situations, with a little effort, just try.
People in this life, they come and go,
You lucky to have one or two real friends,
You know from young to old,
You only meet a few people, who really care about you,
With a common trust, in everything you do.
The original Tom Maxwell /poems © 8/14/2025 AD Philosopher -Polymath
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