Relating To The Same Message Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

It's not the money, drugs,
Or the beautiful women, that want us today,
It's all our fans in the crowd, singing along,
With the music, while we play, some say were high,
As we grin from ear to ear,
The feeling is from our emotions inside,
That so many relate, to our music,
That we treasure so dear,
So many strangers, crammed together,
Like pea's in a pod,
Eliminates, all the hours,
Where we kicked each other, in the rear,
When we were tweaking, lyrics and music,
To share our thoughts, in a song,
Now with the fans, singing along,
The beauty we see is like a pond in the sun,
Reflecting like a mirror,
We are the same, as our fans today,
I remember writing many lines,
With my eyes, dripping tears.

Song lyrics by The Original: Tom Maxwell © 7/9/23 AD

To be continued