Traveling alone
During this time in my life,
My parents, and siblings, are resting in their graves,
In another cemetery, so is my ex-wife.
I never fathered any children,
No baggage following me today,
No, it was never a plan,
Very few ever see the path I’m on, or the way.
Every decision is always on me,
A good or bad outcome,
The eyes in the mirror, are the only ones I see,
I keep faith in my spirit and soul,
Pray, and always believe.
The original Tom Maxwell / poems © 05/10/2026 AD
Philosopher / Polymath
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 1:12 AM UTC
Traveling alone
During this time in my life,
My parents, and siblings, are resting in their graves,
In another cemetery, so is my ex-wife.
I never fathered any children,
No baggage following me today,
No, it was never a plan,
Very few ever see the path I’m on, or the way.
Every decision is always on me,
A good or bad outcome,
The eyes in the mirror, are the only ones I see,
I keep faith in my spirit and soul,
Pray, and always believe.
The original Tom Maxwell / poems © 05/10/2026 AD
Philosopher / Polymath
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