Everyone Holds Questions... Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Every man has had a girl,
That he thought would always stay,
The one he thought was his dream,
Some how she slipped, away.

She knew how to act,
With the right words, to say,
Hours would vanish fast,
As they turned into days,

Many years have passed,
The memories have stayed,
Sometimes a thought of, what if,
She never faded away.

Everyone holds questions,
From long, lost days,
Some answers, will never know,
Like the girl, from yesterday.


Tom Maxwell copyright 3/16/2007