Being Thankful For This Life Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

I spend a lot of time alone,
When no one is close or near,
I know that I'm alone,
There is no other reflection,
When I look into a mirror,
When I'm all alone, I think a lot,
While I drink, some ice-cold beer.
Spending time alone, just hanging, in the nest,
Being thankful for this life,
Not thinking that I am better than the rest,
None of us can have control of everything,
We are visiting this life as, a limited-stay guest.
Some situations were planned before our first day,
Our soul is here to learn, not to hang out and play,
Many dreams we chase, may never come true,
Listen to your spirit, it's there to guide you.

The Original: Tom Maxwell © 9/14/2022AD
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