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Over fifty years ago, the hippies tried,
To bring, everyone together, spreading,
Peace & Love, for all, across the U.S.A.
The establishment, for fear of loosing,
Their power, control, and payments,
To full fill their greed, locked some up,
While making the rest, split up, hide, or leave.
Imagine peace, love, and happiness,
Throughout our country today,
Look how it is, for us living now,
By following the politicians ways.
The separation of citizens,
Children, with no respect,
Their being killed, on the streets,
Even at schools, more robberies,
car jackings, crimes, more serious, everyday.
A part of the history of our country,
The hippie's tried, to make America,
A better place to stay.



Tom Maxwell copyright 9/17/2019 AD  11:30 AM
I had a dream,
You helped make it come true,
So, fast it was over, I still thank you.
It lasted longer, while in my mind,
When it came to life,
It was such a short time.
I could be upset, now that it’s gone,
I’m happy it came to life,
Now it’s time, to move on.
All of us, want more every day,
Never taking time, to appreciate,
This life, the planet, where we stay.
We should be thankful, for small things,
Remembering, at any moment,
They can be gone, or taken away.
Do not waste time, waiting for something,
To come back your way,
You may miss something, else,
That was to be, during this life’s stay.
We all have dreams, often they come to me & you,
Some we never even noticed; they do come true.
Tom Maxwell © 1/10/21
Most everyone craves,
Wealth and beautiful things,
During this life,
As long as we travel here,
Want to see a miracle,
Look into a mirror.
Your soul traveling, in your body,
From a life, in the past,
You are here, to help it grow,
Never knowing,
Which life, will be it’s last.


                                                                                           Tom Maxwell © 3/15/2021 AD   6:55 PM
Life Soul Traveling
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Everyone has times, when they think their cool,
Other moments, they feel like a fool.
After years of time, has passed by,
Which days, are you proud of, which ones make you cry?
We create our future, every day, do you want respect,
Are, a name, that just, fades away.
Some of the things, we enjoyed, in our past,
Should just be left, as memories, that will last.
Our bodies, what we think is fun, will often change,
If we ignore the signs, our life, could be rearranged.
To change anything, in our life, during this stay,
We need another plan, how to spend those days.
You have to want, make new goals every day,
Nothing in your life will forever stay.

                                                                   Tom Maxwell® 10/21/05 AD
What is the definition of true love today,
You hear about so many searching, for it, many ways,
To be true, you would have no restrictions,
As in race, age, wealth, or trying to get others involved,
To change, their actions, how they live, and dress, each day.
It would just be special emotions, loving,
A wonderful feeling, like caring parents,
Seeing their new baby, on it’s very first day.
Working on each - others good qualities, no negative
Thoughts, about the other person, in their mind.
You have to meet in person, any one, can put a picture,
With a story on line.
Like shopping for groceries, go out and squeeze some
Lemmon’s, for if you wait, and keep talking to long,
You may miss out, and run out of time.

Tom Maxwell ® 3/12/21/AD 12:30 PM
Those close to you now,
An unknown future friend,
Who will you remember the most,
When this life, comes to an end.

Life is like A book,
Chapters change, along our way,
Along with the characters,
Those you see, every day.

Every one came into this life,
For A special reason,
We are not to judge, each other,
We all have our change, of seasons.
Tom Maxwell. ® 03/07/2007 AD
Stories, are told, heard, about addictions,
Wasting years of people’s lives day by day.
Television, is the largest, in the world, today,
A constant expense, normally negative stories,
Which are acted out in society, in different ways.
A child, who lives to eighty years, with a four hour,
Habit A day, has paid to waste thirteen years,
Of this one - time precious life, away.

Tom Maxwell © 3/11/21 AD 12:30PM
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