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As every day passes you by,
Do you explore new adventures, to try,
Or you just set in your ways,
Counting down days till you die.
Be honest with yourself,
Do not make up stories, fibs, or lie’s,
Every twenty - four hours,
A day of this life, you put aside,
Try new things, to entertain your mind,
Never be afraid of failure, never be shy.
Your only true happiness, comes from inside of you,
After you discover it,
Love who you are, and say good - by to your blues.
A confident attitude, creates positive ways,
In this life, we each have enough wasted days,
You’re an actor in this life’s play,
Make your part exciting & memorable, use your imagination,
One day we will all just be memories, our parts will exit the stage.

                The Original: Tom Maxwell © 02/22/2025 AD
This poem is on page six in a book The Best Poets of 2024
By Eber & Wein publishing.  Competition is not why I write
This life is our classroom, we are tested in many ways,
The hardest, are the final exams, when someone we love,
Journeys to their next life, always a cloudy day.
Many people, will say they are sorry, and offer anything,
That they can do, only time can help you get past, that hollow,
Numb feeling, inside of you.
The question why, will often enter your mind, do not ponder to long,
You will never, discover the answer, during this life time.
You will never again, in this life see their physical being,
Often in your times of struggle, you will receive guidance, and knowledge, that their spirit, will bring.
When someone passes, it reminds you of reality, the joy and happiness,
A soul inside does bring, always out ranking, material things.
Memories, we create them every day your actions, will be remembered,
Longer than all of the words you say. Even the big dreamers,
Are living, on borrowed time, each life has a finish line.
Try to create good memories, the only part of you, that will stay,
One day, we will all be a memory of, yesterday.

                                   The original: Tom Maxwell © 4/28/2025 AD
There are two ways to think, which creates your attitude,
Positive, or negative, how you react, feel,  and interact,
With others, at any moment, on any day.
Your attitude can change, in a second or two, depending,
On the situation, at hand, the environment,  and those with you,
Acting out a part, in this life’s play.
There is no one attitude, for everyone, to learn and try, created,
By emotions, feelings, and experiences, the same situation, can,
Create smiles on some faces, while others, drop tears,  and cry.
Very positive attitudes, working together, can achieve, many things,
On any day, Most never get complemented, for a positive attitude,
When someone,  says you have an attitude, normally they mean it,
In a negative way.




                                     The original Tom Maxwell  ©  06/24/2025 AD
I just raised the window shade,
As the darkness of night, fades away,
A gray and white sky, starts to appear,
As I tilt my head to look up high, are the clouds, far, or near.
It’s five thirty in the morning, the last Saturday,
In June of twenty, twenty five, the only sound,
An owl in the distance, and the ticking of seconds,
From a clock, counting down the time, I will be alive.
A peaceful view, the dominate color, is green, no movement,
Everything, so still, mother nature, creating another beautiful,
Peaceful scene. I’m at my shanty, on the east side of Shaubert’s,
Bridge, where it cross Maxwell’s creek, as it flows,
A southern direction, away, a quiet place, relaxing,
My soul, and mind, a very solitary, location, to connect with nature,
As many thoughts, come and drift away, why I was so,
Lucky to be in a place, many just dream of, every day.

                                          The original Tom Maxwell © 6/28/2025 AD
There is no perfect way, to live this life, every day,
Changes will come, and they will pass,
Nothing in this life, will forever last,
Every one’s  trail, curves, many ways,
Somethings , we are to experience, were planned before,
Our first day.
No one’s life is perfect, throughout every year,
For our soul to learn, and grow, we carry it through,
A mixture, from days of smiles, to cloudy moments,
Where we shed our tears.
Accepting  reality,  knowledge, our parts in this life, with age,
Will change, even though, your on the same stage.
We are each to mingle with, all types of people, traveling on our way,
If your lucky to be free, beware of habits, where you limit the growth,
Of your soul exploring, to only certain hours, of night or day.
The clock on the wall, many follow every day, was created by a human,
Some people enjoy, another person, telling them what to do every minute,
During this life’s stay.
The first clock was a pendulum clock, created by, Christiaan Huygenes,  in 1656,
Most humans would not survive, trying to live, as they did, in those lost days…


                                The Original tom Maxwell  ©  07/21/2025 AD
Gravity holding us on this planet,
As we rotate, somewhere, In outer space,
Earth, reproduces for free, our survival needs,
In your mind, a beautiful, peaceful place.
With a sun always around, free, light and heat,
For without, its bright orange fire, we would freeze,
From our head, to the toes, on our feet.
Many lit, evening sky’s, moon and stars reflecting the sun’s light,
With running water, rivers, streams, and creeks,
With mountains, valleys, and different colorful plants, wonderful sites,
Fish and other creatures, living  ln lakes, oceans, and seas,
Different, birds in the day, many shapes, and colors,
Along with other, animals, that roam in the night,
A perfect place, for every race, to survive, together, as happy as can be.




                                                                                                                                             The original: Tom Maxwell© 6 6/17/2025 AD
Our life on Earth, this time,
A constant mystery, in the mind,
Many confusing changes, some obvious signs,
A life of work and searching, not knowing what you may find.

Always new rules from others, to follow, we are told,
As we seek to find our purpose, to explore our inner soul,
Living on dreams & wishes, many can come true, others forever we hold,
Most people, care, kind with a warm heart, more attention to a few, devious and cold.

People come into our life, at the exact time as we do others, to help and teach, at any age,
Everyone grows, and seeks changes, for another mission, many friendships, will slowly fade,
For, each of us have a special purpose inside, to share, before our birth, plans were made,
A  soul mate from the past, love at first site, inner spirits, you will connect, in a special way.



The original Tom Maxwell © 06/19/2025 AD
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