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If it was not for the past,
We would not be here today,
As we create new paths, and places,
For future generations, to live and stay.
Everyone, has personal treasures, they save today,
Many call them pieces of junk,
When actually, they are a map, of our existence,
Heirlooms, with stories of yesterdays,
That old rocking chair, grandma, sat in everyday,
That her grandpa, handmade, her mom rocked her in as a baby,
Then she rocked your mom, you were rocked in the same chair by her.
The chair, is just an example, of almost any object, that has been in your,
Family, for many years, they have been through, births, deaths, happiness,
And sorrow, they have survived the past, take care of them,
They will be a part of tomorrow.

                                         The original: Tom Maxwell © 9/3/2024 AD
It's sad we live in a throw away world today
Sitting at my desk, looking out my window,
A brown deer, caught my eye, as she,
Walked across the far bank, of the fairway of green,
Under a white morning sky.
She walked into the woods, from my left to my right,
I am now looking through the leafless, trees, scanning,
For any movement, everything still, no movement do I see.
I am going out side now, to hit a few golf ball, and finish,
Cutting honeysuckle, off and under neath my juniper every green,
Another peaceful quiet moment, from mother nature, a beautiful scene.


                       The Original: Tom Maxwell © 3/12/2023 Ad
                                                                                             1:30 pm
Horoscopes, not the one liner’s you may see,
In the back of newspapers, or magazines,
Where were all the planets, stars, in the sky,
At the exact moment, you arrived, as a human being.

It is easy to act like others, do around you, so they,
                                   Accept, and you fit in, never exploring, yourself,
Deeper into the way’s you think, and feel within.
Why we think, act different, during various situations,
What your best qualities may be, you could release outside,
You were not born, to follow and act like others, think you should,
Be, your life time is limited, discover yourself inside.
It is not too late, because of your age, you never know the best,
Moment of your life, until your last breath, on your final day.

Years ago, the knowledgeable people, looked at the sky, to,
Find solutions in many ways, 1n 1345, the black death,
Bubonic plague, was created from a triple conjunction of,
Saturn, Jupiter, and mars in the 40th degree of Aquarius,
Scholars from The University of Paris, discovered in those days.

                            The Original: Tom Maxwell© 12/20 2022 AD
Every thought of an idea or plan, for future days,
In reality, it is a dream, no one knows their length,
Of time, in this life’s stay.
Experiences we have in this life, some are,
Real dreams, that came true or ideas from our past,
When they are over, you may look back, and think,
Wow, I remember thinking this in my life,
It happened and was over as fast as a blink.
When a dream comes to life, it’s usually perfect timing,
And place, the excitement of the moment, we put down,
Or guards, and enjoy the pace.
A few things about a real dream there is usually a hidden,
Message, and you cannot pick the time, place,
Or the other people’s faces.

                                   The Original: Tom Maxwell© 10/6/2022 AD
Always take notice if you see a calendar a clock or a mirror,
in a dream then you can find out if you are looking ahead or back in time
As you start to enter another chapter,
In your souls journey, to eternity,
Do you just go with the flow,
Or try to take hold, of yourself,
Discover, and get to know, your soul
I am writing these words, on Christmas Day,
Jesus Christ’s birthday celebration,
The reason, for this special holy day.
Jesus, and all of us, share the same father,
God, and from a vision, he created, our lives,
This planet we float on in space, the sun, without it
We would all chill to ice, at a very fast pace,
The sun can also blind us, if we stare at it, too long,
With the eye’s on our face. All humans need water to survive,
Although to much in your lungs, you can die. God created, planet earth,
He gave us this life to learn, we are here to discover our soul,
We are now living our turn, for on the final judgement day,
To Heaven, in the kingdom of God, our souls will return.
The original Tom Maxwell © 09/26/2025 AD

At the beginning, I wrote, I am writing this on Christmas day, the date is nine months later,
I have hundreds of writings, I started, I may have got distracted, our lost the flow.
The title, never think you are finished, we always have unfinished business, trying to discover our Soul
I received a sad phone call it was a late hot august day , a good friend had to tell me , another friend just passed away.
I knew him for so many years although we were never really that tight ,  he was a man of small statue with a mind full of ideas of might.
Wild and a crazy , and always ready to go out and play , and now all we have are memories , for now in the ground he will lay.
Oh , I hate to see anyone die , especially someone you know , but just remember people when it’s your time you’re going to go , use your time wisely each and every day , your reservations will run out , this life is limited stay.
You never know when you will see someone for the very last time , for life is so short and precious , and we never know when it’s our time.
He was climbing the rocks to heaven at the garden of the gods ,  when he lost his footing, and there he laid on the ground.
Oh, I hate to see anyone die , especially someone you know , but just remember people when it’s your time you’re  going to go , use your time wisely each and every day , your reservations will run out , this life is limited stay.
Always be kind to people in each and every way , because it may be the last time you see them , before their final day.
Everyone you meet in life will leave memories on your mind , always make them good ones , for some memories will last a long time.
Oh, I hate to see anyone die , especially someone you know , but just remember people when it’s your time you’re going to go , use your time wisely each and every day , your reservations will run out ,  this life is limited stay.
There is a lesson to be learned in everything, that comes into our life , although some sweet and some sour , you can’t beat the gift of life.
As the clouds pass by in the mornings , and the sun shines high in the sky , his spirit will always be among us, and we will never have to say good - bye.
Oh, I hate to see anyone die , especially someone you know , but just remember people when it’s your time you’re going to go , use your time wisely each and every day , your reservations will run out , this life is limited stay.  Copyright Tom Maxwell 2002
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New chapter in this life,
Or just turning a page,
Nothing stays the same,
Changes will always come your way.

You never know when a barricade,
Will slow your day,
You have to find another path,
To detour your travels, another way.

There is no one rhyme or reason, for this life today,
You can not go back and live, on your memories of yesterday,
Your plans for the future, can change on any day,
Always be yourself, while trying to accept reality, in various ways.


The original Tom Maxwell 9/12/2025AD
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