That Unknown Day... Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Every second the clock ticks, is lost forever,
for now and all days, like fluffy white clouds,
high in the sky, as they pass us, and float on their way.

The past is over, the future is here,
today will be gone tomorrow, a few minutes ago, will soon be last year.

All of us are traveling, along at the same speed,
never knowing when we will wind down, trying to survive,
and meet our needs.

All of us are gamblers, some high rollers, risking it all everyday,
Others take hold of the advantage, of what they have, and stay.

Our ideas, and the people we push back, always thinking we will see,
a tomorrow, we must act now, they may be out of reach soon,
and we may find ourselves, lost in sorrow.

Controlling our vices, exploring new options, smelling the flowers,
along the way, it's our choice to keep trying, or to give up,
and start to fade, any day.

What makes us happy today, may look like bad times tomorrow,
only if we are willing, to make changes,
before, our time becomes history, on that unknown day


Tom Maxwell copyright 02/04/2004 A.D.