I’ve met a lot of people, as I travel, through life this time,
Searching, for my purpose, mixing the energy in my mind,
There are countless messages, and inspirations, at any moment,
In time, then I search, sort, and mix, to see what I find,
None of us should plan for a perfect grade, in life this time,
I thank God for this chance to discover and being so kind.
When my journey in this life ends, the smoke, from,
My cremation will rise up, like a dark cloud,
Floating towards the sky, and it will fade,
Only then my soul will travel on, more to discover, another stage.
My material possessions will be left, somewhere they will lay,
My poems/songs, read, learn, share, for now, and the future,
Change the worldwide negatives, to positives, harder each day,
In a few short moments, memories of me in this life will fade.
The Original: Tom Maxwell © 11/27/2022AD 4:20 am