The World We Live Is Our Stage Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Looking back, upon our lost childhood days,

How many dreams, have we passed along the way.

Always having so much personal greed, in our minds,

Not realizing, we have passed the best of our life, this time.

Have we reached our own peak, and now on a downward bend.

We yet to approach our summit, where good times, will begin.

Everyone, has unique goals, and wants to be free.

With ideas as different, as the looks, of you and me.

We are actors, this world we live is our stage.

No restrictions, who's the star, or at what age.



Tom Maxwell copyright 11/03/2003 A.D.