You Never Realize, When Will Be The Last Good By Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

There are people in this life, you know, you will never see, or find,
Some changed their path, to explore, different signs,
Others their reservations, expired, their life limit of time.
To you they will always be memories in, and out of your mind.
You create and collect memories, with everything you do,
Some decisions, you made at the spare of moment,
At that time, seemed so cool, after time moves on, you look back,
At that memory, thinking, wow, was I really lucky, then another,
Thought, I was lucky being a fool, past experiences, sharpen,
The edges of your thinking tools.
In a material world, everyone looks and compares the outside,
Of each other, as if buying a new car, never giving it a thought,
Their soul, what their purpose is for, you may think of them, although,
A little too far, every ones seasons, ideas, actions change, then,
On a clear lonely night, as you stare, at the stars, you're mind,
Starts to drift, I wonder where they are.
The original: Tom Maxwell © 02/02/2023 AD