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There is no perfect way, to live this life, every day,
Changes will come, and they will pass,
Nothing in this life, will forever last,
Every one’s  trail, curves, many ways,
Somethings , we are to experience, were planned before,
Our first day.
No one’s life is perfect, throughout every year,
For our soul to learn, and grow, we carry it through,
A mixture, from days of smiles, to cloudy moments,
Where we shed our tears.
Accepting  reality,  knowledge, our parts in this life, with age,
Will change, even though, your on the same stage.
We are each to mingle with, all types of people, traveling on our way,
If your lucky to be free, beware of habits, where you limit the growth,
Of your soul exploring, to only certain hours, of night or day.
The clock on the wall, many follow every day, was created by a human,
Some people enjoy, another person, telling them what to do every minute,
During this life’s stay.
The first clock was a pendulum clock, created by, Christiaan Huygenes,  in 1656,
Most humans would not survive, trying to live, as they did, in those lost days…


                                The Original tom Maxwell  ©  07/21/2025 AD
Gravity holding us on this planet,
As we rotate, somewhere, In outer space,
Earth, reproduces for free, our survival needs,
In your mind, a beautiful, peaceful place.
With a sun always around, free, light and heat,
For without, its bright orange fire, we would freeze,
From our head, to the toes, on our feet.
Many lit, evening sky’s, moon and stars reflecting the sun’s light,
With running water, rivers, streams, and creeks,
With mountains, valleys, and different colorful plants, wonderful sites,
Fish and other creatures, living  ln lakes, oceans, and seas,
Different, birds in the day, many shapes, and colors,
Along with other, animals, that roam in the night,
A perfect place, for every race, to survive, together, as happy as can be.




                                                                                                                                             The original: Tom Maxwell© 6 6/17/2025 AD
Our life on Earth, this time,
A constant mystery, in the mind,
Many confusing changes, some obvious signs,
A life of work and searching, not knowing what you may find.

Always new rules from others, to follow, we are told,
As we seek to find our purpose, to explore our inner soul,
Living on dreams & wishes, many can come true, others forever we hold,
Most people, care, kind with a warm heart, more attention to a few, devious and cold.

People come into our life, at the exact time as we do others, to help and teach, at any age,
Everyone grows, and seeks changes, for another mission, many friendships, will slowly fade,
For, each of us have a special purpose inside, to share, before our birth, plans were made,
A  soul mate from the past, love at first site, inner spirits, you will connect, in a special way.



The original Tom Maxwell © 06/19/2025 AD
The older i age, I realize  no matter how hard I try, I will not please everyone, in this life everyday,
Although with out any effort, I can ******* many,
Just with honest words, I say.


The original: Tom Maxwell  6/11/2025 AD
True happiness, a positive attitude,
Everyone has inside, they could spread,
With others, throughout each day,
So many hide, those feelings, or show,
A fast flash, then back to a negative,
Story, for some it’s like self-torture,
Not letting, the subject fade.
Someone trying to create something positive,
In this material world, today, spending, time,
Working around their own mistakes, they might hear,
That’s ok, unless they receive, a lot in pay.
So many have a bad attitude, is it a subconscious,
Trained reaction, taught to the public some way,
It would be a challenge, for most to just talk about,
Positive things in their life, repeating them, for just one day,
And walking away from those who complain, or talk negative,
With the words they say.

                       The original: Tom Maxwell  © 06/11/2025 AD
Look for the good in others, be positive with the words you say!
Looking, out my window,
Watching, the beginning of a new day,
The darkness of night, slowly fades,
As the morning sun rise, lights everything,
In its way, with powerful, warm rays.
The trees on the hill, on the other side,
Of Maxwell’s creek, standing so still,
The temperature around sixty degrees,
Comfortable, just a slight morning chill.
A very peaceful place, nothing but nature,
Trees and grass, no hustle, or constant race,
A special place, for me to write, where, I wrote,
My first, poem/song, still creating, twenty three years later,
A third of this life, my mind drifting, traveling,
Catching special messages in space.

                     The original: Tom Maxwell  ©  6/11/2025 AD
Think of the moments,
You stop everything, and stare,
Sometimes, not looking at anything,
Sorting, energy, into thoughts,
That arrive so fast, out of no where,
The best ideas & solutions,
Are not always, a long drawn out plan,
Often they just arrive,
As if someone, just placed them in your hand.


The original: Tom maxwell 05/27/2025AD
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