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Memorial Day 2025 AD in the USA

No one is an expert on missing loved one's today.
I was born the youngest, in a family of five
My sister passed 38 years ago, my brother 37 years,
The lady I married, 25 years ago, passed away,
14 years for my dad, 7 for mom, I'm the only one alive,
Never fathered children, I keep looking forward, no fears.

Also a day to remember the military
Those who gave it all they had to protect our country,
In many ways, most of all those who never had a chance to,
Say good by, on their final day.

Friends

You only have very few, true honest friends in life this time,
Some one you can count on when you are, in a bind,
Many come and go, special one's touch your soul.

Some friends can make you happy,
Some can make you mad,
Some you wish you could remember,
Some you wish you never had,
Some will make you so angry,
You just want to stand up and scream,
Other's will seem so real to you,
Then you wake up from a dream.


The Original: Tom Maxwell  05/26/25AD
Just  a  true story actually today is not the worst, when I spend all the other holidays alone.
I always carry a question, with me inside,
What is my purpose, why am I still alive,
I know there is a reason, that’s why I always try.

I was the youngest in my family, of five,
My parents, two siblings, and the lady I married,
Their souls moved on, when they died,
One thing I have learned, how to wipe tears from my eyes.

I personally don’t know anyone,
Living in the situation, I’m in,
Everyone, may not always agree, they still have family,
That they can call kin, I would have a hard time,
Explaining, the emotions & feelings, I carry within.

No one to make plans with, in any way,
Only thoughts in my mind, if I have a good or bad day,
I do know one thing, I am next in line,
To be placed, in a grave.
The End

                                   The Original: Tom Maxwell © 5/05/2025 AD
Your thoughts & dreams, guide you through, this life’s stay,
They can change with decisions and opportunities, in many ways,
   Some can bring you comfort, as if a companion, on a lonely day, Visions, take time, something you do now must fade.
You can create many excuses, convince your self to hold and stay,
Or you can take the dream,  decide, what in your life, to set aside.
Do you need the change or you more afraid of a tear, in your eye,
Answer is inside of you, the  way to know, a positive attitude, try,
Some dreams, you have in this life, you wish they would come true,
A question  how to create them, where to start, what is there to do,
Will it be the right path,  a positive direction, only you can choose.




The original: Tom Maxwell  © 5/22/2025 AD
I always carry a question, with me inside,
What is my purpose, why am I still alive,
I know there is a reason, that’s why I always try.

I was the youngest in my family, of five,
My parents, two siblings, and the lady I married,
Their souls moved on, when they died,
One thing I have learned, how to wipe tears from my eyes.

I personally don’t know anyone,
Living in the situation, I’m in,
Everyone, may not always agree, they still have family,
That they can call kin, I would have a hard time,
Explaining, the emotions & feelings, I carry within.

No one to make plans with, in any way,
Only thoughts in my mind, if I have a good or bad day,
I do know one thing, I am next in line,
To be placed, in a grave.
The End

                               The Original: Tom Maxwell © 5/05/2025 AD
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 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, 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
A day or two before I wrote this, I wrote Memories, I thought to,
Myself, this sounds like I'm writing for a funeral, not to long later,
I got a call, I used a few words from that poem...
Many things in life happen for a reason...
Memories, we create and make new ones, every day,
Your actions are remembered, more than each word you say.
One day, every one, will just be a memory of, yesterday.

Memories, the most important, feelings, emotions, and special signs,
Even the dreamers, are living on borrowed time, each life has a finish line
A part of you, that you leave behind, the memories, created in your   mind.


The Original: Tom Maxwell ©  4/25/2025 AD
You feel how you act, and think every day,
How do you schedule, your free time,
The hours to have fun and play,
Exploring something, getting out of the daily grind,
Getting lost in having fun, with no limit on time.
No distractions, hours just to go out and play,
Look for the positives around, no worries, think free,
Stop waiting for negative, news, or bad weather,
To have something to talk about, every day.
As people age, they seem to eliminate, excitement,
Looking for new accomplishments, or anything else,
Out of reach of a cell phone, or the sound, picture, of a TV,
The only way, to discover, your spirit, and soul,
Creating what makes you smile inside, introspection, times alone,
Forget about, that extra hour one late night, that could be the moment,
You discover your purpose in this life, and your inner soul.



                                The original Tom Maxwell ©  3/20/2025 AD
A thought to ponder on, the people  who originally made the rules,
Eat three meals a day, along with eight hours of sleep each day, it did not work, they died a long time ago. Do what works for you
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