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Do you ever feel like,
You are in the wrong life today,
A feeling inside, of yesterday, or tomorrow,
Knowing this is your only chance to play,
When it is over, no more time you can borrow,
Enjoying  the fun times that come your way,
You had tears, in moments of sorrow.

All the memories from those yesterdays,
You remember the good and bad, friends you had,
Situations, you were made a fool,
Other days strutting yourself, so cool,
Always pondering about the next day,
Will you win the big one, or have, to borrow,
Be thankful for those memories, and this moment of time,
There are no refunds, you can not go back to yesterday,
When your ticket expires, there will be no tomorrow.

The Original: Tom Maxwell © 10/28/2022 AD
6:02am
As every day passes you by,
Do you explore new adventures, to try,
Or you just set in your ways,
Counting down days till you die.
Be honest with yourself,
Do not make up stories, fibs, or lie’s,
Every twenty - four hours,
A day of this life, you put aside,
Try new things, to entertain your mind,
Never be afraid of failure, never be shy.
Your only true happiness, comes from inside of you,
After you discover it,
Love who you are, and say good - by to your blues.
A confident attitude, creates positive ways,
In this life, we each have enough wasted days,
You’re an actor in this life’s play,
Make your part exciting & memorable, use your imagination,
One day we will all just be memories, our parts will exit the stage.

                                     The Original: Tom Maxwell © 02/22/2025 AD
This life is just a onetime passage,
For the soul, inside of you,
It’s not about, how much you have,
Or something you did, or think you can do,
Always, look ahead, when a decision, in in front of you,
What could the outcome be, think, when you pick, or choose.

It is not easy, to discover yourself, today, to many, man - made distractions, in our way,
Many become addictions, they keep you, and your soul, confused, each day,
We are each a part of nature, go out by yourself, pack a lunch, leave cell phone, at home away,
Forget the this, and that’s, and other excuses, you can make up, not to be alone, are you afraid?
Nature is the only thing, around in this life, that is not man made, take time, relax, listen,
Nature does give us messages, of where we are, and guides us, at the perfect time in special ways.


                                                         ­                                                                         The original Tom Maxwell©  09/01/2025 AD
Many say they are searching,
For their soul mate, this time,
A soul mate, would be a soul,
Inside another person, that knew,
The one in you, during a past life,
Not the picture, in your mind.
You would have to break barriers,
Race, age, looks, wealth…
You would know, as soon as you met,
True happiness, total trust, respect, love,
They would, accept you the same, no binds.


The original : Tom Maxwell© 10/03/2021 AD 3:15 am
Life is about searching,
Looking for new adventures,
Entertaining, our own mind,
Sorting through questions,
Sometimes, answers we may find.
It’s easy, to get lost
As does a needle, in a barn of hay,
Many hours, accomplishing nothing,
Like an actor, without A part in A play,
A simple exciting thought,
Can often stimulate our mind,
A vision, we discover, inside,
Like a bright, flashing sign,
We never know till were finished,
Was it positive, or just wasted time.




      Tom Maxwell©
                                                                                                            11/25/2019 AD
  2:40 AM
I’ve met a lot of people, as I travel, through life this time ,
Searching, for my purpose, mixing the energy in my mind,
There are countless messages, and inspirations, at any moment,
In time, then I search, sort, and mix, to see what I find,
None of us, should plan for a perfect grade, in life this time,
I thank God for this chance to discover, and being so kind.
When my journey in this life ends, the smoke, from,
My cremation, will rise up, like a dark cloud,
Floating towards the sky, and it will fade,
Only then my soul will travel on, more to discover, another stage.
My material possessions, will be left, somewhere they will lay,
My poems/songs, read, learn, share, for now and the future,
Change the world-wide negatives, to positives, harder each day,
In a few short moments, memories of me in this life will fade.
The Original: Tom Maxwell © 1/27/2022AD 4:20 am
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