Our visions, that we see,
Never are the same,
Mine are realistic,
Yours are just a game.

We can see the beauty,
The stars, bring at night,
Stare at them for hours,
Never see the light.

The moon appears,
So big, bold, and bright,
It’s the suns reflection’
Illuminating, our evening nights.

The trees are swaying,
Are they waving, at you and me,
The force behind them,
The wind we will never see.

Our life this time,
Not a rehearsal for a play,
It could end, at any moment,
Then you will look, at those wasted days.

Those lost years, are gone,
You can not go back, and change,
For the time that’s left,
You can start to rearrange.

There will always be things,
That are different than what we see,
Why add more confusion,
Saying words, you do not believe.

Tom Maxwell © 01/03/2004 AD

Time keeps counting down,
Till that final day,
Your reservations are guaranteed,
And won’t be canceled there is no way

You can’t run or hide,
To extend your stay,
Or talk your way out,
With some words you say.

At the end,
On that final day,
You can’t bribe the judge,
With any amount of pay,
You won’t find A lawyer,
That can get you away,
Or appeal his decisions,
They are final in every way.

If you want to,
Clean up your record,
And get your files in line,
You better start now,
Before you run out of time.

At the end,
On that final day,
You can’t bribe the judge,
With any amount of pay,
You won’t find A lawyer,
That can get you away,
Or appeal his decisions,
They are final in every way.

Tom Maxwell copyright

There are thousands of people,
Looking for love on the internet today,
I’ve never seen the odds, how many find happiness,
Compared to those who just waste, many months away,

No one has A decision date, listed, the year, and time,
There is always, one more to look at,
Like A child in A candy store line.
So many flavors, to choose from,
It puts confusion, in your mind.

So many, personals, the list should get shorter, every day,
Everyone should be dating, each other,
Just to go out, learn more about life, different ways,
Does looking at pictures, become a habit,
Never noticing years, of life, can be wasted away.

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                Tom Maxwell © 3/17/2021  10:00pm

I've heard those steps,
On the floor before,
Time for an exit,
Through the outside door,
Feelings, Pain & happiness,
Circulating, inside,
Trying to decide, if those tears,
Are from happiness, or joy,
As they fall from the eyes,
In the future, you may return,
Realizing, what we missed,
Another lesson learned.



Tom Maxwell copyright 12/27/2019 AD 3:00 AM

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