The Original Tom Maxwell Poems

When you want, something new in your life,
You must be open, to change,
You can't' just rely on others,
To follow, and rearrange.
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Think about those worms, that wiggle through the land,
they loosen up the soil, so the roots of plants, can expand,

Those plants give off oxygen, to support life on this earth each day,
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We use to be close, always together,
Shared good times, and helped each other, through bad weather.
There were few days, you would see us apart,
We had a friendship that connected, right from the start.
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Under the light blue morning sky,
in the wood's, I can pick out the oak trees,
Their leaves, brown, always last to fall,
As I turn my neck, two deer walk by.
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I stare at the white ice crystals,
As they fall, so peacefully to the ground,
They travel so far, floating free,
When they land, never making a sound.
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Outlaws from the past, old gray hair men today,
Exploring on Harley Davidson"s, mind entertaining down highways.

Hair blowing in the wind, their noses on the white lines,
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I've been writing seventeen years,
Is it my purpose, in this life,
or am I that board, o'h so dear.
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Many times, when we are lost,
We look up, to stare at the sky,
All we can see, are the clouds, passing by,
Never giving a thought of, other planets, up so high.
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Our world seem to produce, more thieves & liars everyday,
they will gain your trust, with their games,
then stab you in the back, as they run away.
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It's easy in this life, to live not knowing who you are,
Most people are known, and introduced by,
Where they work, what their worth, live, and what kind of car,
No company, believes your name, you're an e-mail, pass word,
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