My Old Little Black Book Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

I found, and wiped the dust off,
My Old Little Black Book,
My curiosity, made me take a look,
Some had stars by their names,
That made me smile,
Which direction, did they travel,
So many lost miles.

Some I could not remember,
A year or a face,
Others made me stare,
Looking into space.

The lady, I married,
A few others,
Their souls, have traveled away,
It would be nice to hear,
How some are doing now, in this life's stay.

We all think of others,
Who touched us, in past days,
No one every calls, to say,
I was thinking of you, today.



Tom Maxwell copyright 3/21/2019 A D 4: 45 P M