You can only guess, what another person,
Is actually feeling inside, you can watch, their actions,
A clue may be, if they have tear's, in their eye's,
Conversations can be confusing, some will never say good bye,
They act like a friend, when by your side,
Some make promises, that turn out to be lies,
Then they search for another victim, with another story to try.
In this life we each will only have a few real friends,
That would help us at any time, you can run around, with many,
People, after time passes, you know who is real, in their mind,
Those that will be there to help, before they ask, what's the bind.
We are each a piece of the puzzle, planet earth is our game board,
Where we live our life today, in the original rules, we are here,
To make our souls perfect, that will guide us after this stay.
The Original: Tom Maxwell © the fifth month, first day, in the year of 2023 AD
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