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We all have been labeled,
Tossed our dirt, around a table,
On our journey, to our final day,
We think about our past,
Times, we thought would last,
Those, who helped guide us,
When our soul, was low on gas,
Call them special angels,
When they come around,
They share ideas, and thoughts,
To guide us, straight on the ground.

                                                                                                                    Tom Maxwell©
                                                                                                                    5/6/2019 AD
                                                                                                                    1:30 PM
There was snow on the ground,
A could, cloudy January day,
When I received the sad news,
My friend John, had passed away,
A son, brother, father & friend,
A fun loving, honest family man,
Always in good spirits, his joking ways,
Willing to help anyone, with his hands,
A confident man, always A positive attitude,
With A caring heart, every day,
A friendly, outgoing personality,
No strangers, ever passed his way,
His personal thoughts, and ideas,
Seemed to glow so bright,
Always doing whatever he could,
To make everything right.
We are all creating memories,
As we journey, through each day,
Be thankful, he was in your life,
Cherished memories, that will never fade.

Tom Maxwell© 2/25/2011
John" mom had the entire pome, put on the stone, at his grave
It’s hard to find an honest person in this world of today, to have a true friend that loves you, is worth more than anything in this life, that will pass your way. Someone, who cares, no matter how you
look or feel, always waiting with open arms, when you are hungry, they will feed you a meal.                                                                          A person you can count on to help bail you out anytime, willing work with you, when the relationship gets in a bind.                     You can play the people you pass on the street, but always be
honest with a true friend, life is short, another you may never meet. No one is perfect in this life’s game, when we never admit our mistakes, all we do is ruin our own name.                                  Finding someone who loves you, and you love too, is a gift you should cherish, be honest with them in anything you do.               It’s never a matter of who is right or wrong, it’s someone you always want to be with and share life like an old love song.   Never being greedy about material things, we think we should have in our hands, the high should come from having a true loving friend to share, and explore each day on this land.                                  
Always showing appreciation for everything, and never pushing them away for the excitement you think a few  minutes of pleasure will bring.                                                                                              Never making up stories or hurting them to make you feel better inside, the worst thing you could do a lover and friend is betray them or lie.                                                                                              
Always come forward and apologize, if you turned on a friend that has always been good to you, remember your luck or game will someday come to an end and you will be all alone, and no one will be there to help no matter what you do.

                                                                           Tom Maxwell ©
Thoughts come to my mind,
From different sounds, and scenes,
Visions of the past,
Late night dreams.

People missed,
From passed days,
Feelings, emotions,
That will never fade.

Life moves on,
My journey through time,
Always new experiences,
A collection, in my mind.

©Tom Maxwell o3/o3/07
A poem can be written,
In many, different ways,
Depending, on the authors emotions,
Like everyone’s, changing every day.

It’s not hard to write,
As some think it could be,
Sharing honest thoughts, with feelings,
Maybe guidance, for others, to see.

We all have messages, to share,
Have no fear, of what others might say,
Be open, and honest,
Release your visions, in A special way.

                                                                      ©Tom Maxwell 02/08/2007
The peak, of the mountain
Towering, so high,
An enormous background,
As the cumulus, clouds pass by.

A winding creek, flowing,
Swiftly, without A spill,
Lined by pine trees,
Standing, tall, and still.

At the base, A lake,
Reflecting, the sun with A glare,
When this scene, grabbed my attention,
I had to stop for A moment, to stare.

Tom Maxwell ©   2/6/2007
I’ve been back and forth, in this hallway,
So many times, during, this life’s stay,
Now over sixty years, the scenery, is about the same.
From the color of the paint, to the pictures, on the wall,
This is the place, where all my memories, started,
Where I first learned to walk, from a crawl.
I came into this life, the youngest, in a family, of five,
Now I am the only one, that is still alive,
My dad built this house, before, I was even born,
This farm field, now A town, that survived many storms.
Now I am the guardian, of my parents, old Lab dog, Ginger,
She spends most days, laying in her kennel, chewing on bones,
It’s special, coming back, owning the house, where you were raised,
One big change, A house is not A home, when your always alone.
                                             Tom Maxwell©03/28/2019 AD 8:35 AM
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