A I look into the future,
How long in this life, will I stay,
Are those dreams, and visions waiting,
Or in my mind, will they forever stay.

Trying to keep a healthy body,
With an active fertile mind,
Planning for the unknown,
During this life, of limited time.

Why do many trees, and animals,
Out live our average life span,
In this life, we will never know,
God made the rules, in his original plan.

As I look into the future,
Knowing this body, I will leave, one day,
Eternity has no boundaries,
Compared to this life's short stay


The original Tom Maxwell  1/12/2007 AD

When an inspiration, comes to a poet,
Usually, they have to make a note, or start writing,
Often the thought can quickly fade. When a true idea arrives,
The words are right there,  like a dream, feelings, emotions,
You’re living the thoughts, expressing them as you write on paper,
That day.
Nothing is for certain, you can start writing about one idea,
Then one word can lead you another way, you bring them,
Together, as you approach that unknown ending, you have,
No idea how the last line will lay. Many times you start,
And the mental well goes dry, nothing sounds right,
Or flows, just get up, leave it for a second try.

The last couple lines, you like to complement the, the rest,
A decision, how many verses, a long or short read,
The thoughts can still be flowing, in your mind, you the writer,
Decides, the end, time to stop, and let it be.

                                   The original: Tom Maxwell © 02/09/2023 AD

The Ideas, plans and goals, must be,
Accomplish-able in your mind, if you,
If you deem, they are not, you are just,
Wasting, your most precious resource,
Time.
You must know your abilities, with confidence,
As you mix Ideas, and resources in your mind,
Knowing most new accomplishments, will have,
                 Interference, an unknown bind, always watch for,
Signs.
Ask for help when needed, criticism should be,
Welcomed, as support, if presented in a proper way,
Often listening to someone else recommendations,
Mixing ideas,  a better picture, of the outcome, in  your,
Mind.

                                         The Original: Tom Maxwell ©11/23/22 AD
                                                                                                                                      Edited 12/31/2024 AD

How many made up stories, do we repeat as facts today,
Years ago in history, a few friends sitting around a fire,
Telling stories, one impressed another, then in the world it stayed.
We question so much in society, in every possible way,
Stories made up years ago, all those written, facts in books,
Like how old is planet Earth, go pick up dirt and rocks,
Make a guess as you play. Like saying all of the dark,
Top soil is the remains of human waste, from long forgotten days,
The time on clocks and dates on calendars, we live our life by,
A human made up, so we never really, know our own age,
Or The ice age was a million years ago, yet we can’t remember,
What we had for breakfast yesterday.

The Original: Tom Maxwell ©4/19/2022 AD

Our planet earth is round, covered with cities & small towns,
Every few months a new season comes around, we should all be happy,
Floating in space, where ever were bound. We cannot jump off, gravity,
Will keep us on the ground, Listen, for a real true reason, be still, answers,
Come in words of sound, With respect to others, search for your inner self,
It is there to be found, morals, true feelings, surviving together, more,
Honor and pleasure, then wearing a gold crown. Evil always tries,
To destroy the good, they never rise up the ladder, their thought always down,
Explore your true thoughts, and feelings, look alone, changes make us grow,
Experience, walk a different path, try, humans were not made to be ***-bound.
Your personal home, inside and out, a reflection, of you, your castle, keep peace,
On your street, eliminate neighborhood battle grounds. Life is too short,
There is enough, to share, the way we think creates our attitude, keep positive,
Achievable, goals, with time and effort, life turns around. Many challenges,
Possibilities, appear in life, some were put there for a reason, a precise moment,
Of our journey, We, decide to accept move forward, or turn around, we are each,
To, change our chapters in this life many times, If, you were to experience,
It will be back around life can be a merry-go round.

The Original: Tom Maxwell © 4/18/2022 AD

There are some things, you never get over,
You think about them every day, why,
Seems to be the answer, to many questions,
As you watch the years pass away.
Family, friends, and special others, who touched,
Your heart, as you travel through this life of days,
Everyone has many lessons to learn,
During their time, that’s a limited stay.
Each person, has a different purpose, their part,
In this life’s play, every life time varies,
How many breaths you will take, while acting
  Your part on planet earth, which is your stage.
Some will see one hundred years, while others,
Never see a second, of one single day.
None of you ever have, or will see the script,
With lessons, you must let the pain fade,
When the original story was written,
Everyone, was to love, care, and share,
Without judging each other’s ways,
What kind of memories, are you creating,
In this life, for others,
After your soul travels, away.


The Original: Tom Maxwell © 5/30/2022 AD
12;01 am

My ticket expires on my last day,
I cannot renew my reservations,
Or cash in points, for an extended stay,
Make good use of my time, learn right or wrong, in my mind,
Appreciate, those who help me, survive, along my way,
I’m still searching.

                                       ( chorus )
Searching for the reason, why I am here,
Am I cold, close, or getting anywhere near, many trails to follow,
As I travel, along the way, some thoughts, and ideas,
I will have to stretch, and bend, on different days,
This is my life, it’s the real deal, not a game of chance,
Or to pretend in anyway.


Lyrics By: The Original: Tom Maxwell © 04/16/2924 A.D,