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

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

The feeling, when someone we love, drifts away,
Like A balloon, Loose floating to the sky,
To A destination, who knows where,
I’ll always have colorful memories,
As I travel alone, and stare.

The original: Tom Maxwell ©8/9/2021AD

I was looking out my window, in the middle of the night,
A bright over powering moon, seemed to hypnotize my sight.
Then this thought, appeared in my mind, to see,
How long will our planet earth last, as we know it, to be.
The year, three thousand eight hundred, and twenty-three.
Through energy in the air, we all receive messages, over time,
We never know when, or where, most we forget fast, this one,
Inspired me, to look up, investigate, with my mind.
Our moon is approximately, two hundred, thirty- eight thousand, miles away, I was curious the same numbers, arranged,
In a different way.
Investigating more, as the bright light shined down from heaven,
Nostradamus, said, the world will end, in three thousand,
Seven hundred, and ninety- seven, a prediction he saw in his mind.
Twenty- six years, was the difference, that appeared in our sign’s, that does seem to be many days, not when you’re, considering, over four hundred years, have passed in time.
If either of us are close, my journey will have something else,
For me in store, I will always remember the moon,
At twelve forty- four, on the first day of February,
In the year of two thousand and four.


                         Tom Maxwell©2004 (rearranged 2021)

I was reading a 2005 edition,
Of an Oxford dictionary, and,
And a 1990 version of the,
Websters, New Thesaurus,
Yes, it was a slow evening,
That day. Two common words,
You may often hear, or say,
Why and but, could nowhere,
Be found, as I searched away.
The both are used in negative, or positive ways,
Depending on what you are expressing, and your attitude,
At the time. But you are so sweet, to but I am,
Doing it my way. Why, that was so kind, to,
Why, the hell did you do that.
If you read every word in both of those books,
You learn a lot, and you’ve read almost every word,
In every other book.


                                                         ­                                                                 ­       The Original: Tom maxwell © 07/02/2024 AD