I’ve told you many times I think I am an angel on earth to you,
I always come to your aid get you back on your way and never hear a word, till you have another deed for me to do.

I’ve been your excuse countless of time’s, anyone else would hate you forever, but I always forgive in an instant it’s behind.

Over the years I couldn’t begin to count the hours and days, spent to keep your life rolling, often without no appreciation and never no pay.

You know the mind connection we have between us gets stronger all of the time, you often give me that funny face, when I say what you’re thinking without no clue or sign.

Whenever you ask, I always have handy exactly what you need, and often positive advice on what problems your future will see.

Whenever your life is fun and everything is going great, I never hear from you till a fence blocks your road, and I’m always there to show you the gate.

So many times, I know your intentions and thoughts are wrong, even when I show you the truth you never bow, because your pride is too strong.

You have even taken credit for ideas that from me you found, I must be an angel in life for you, I always here when your life turns around.

Tom Maxwell copyright

As I watch the wind blow in another day,
Some dreams will fade, from yesterday,
The sun will rise again, A new day will begin,
I’m still searching.

We often think our plans, are carved in stone,
Then we look around, were all alone,
Was it wasted time, did we learn, in our mind,
Were back to searching.

Our journey, did not bring us here,
Just to work, and play, there is more to life,
Then, just the passing io days,
Look at yourself inside, open your eyes,
Keep searching.

Searching, for the reason, why you are here,
Are you far, are you getting near, search until your end,
Some thoughts, you will have to stretch and bend,
You just have to know.

                                                              Tom Maxwell© 10/06/2005

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