A Small Piece Of A Large Puzzle Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

As I travel through this life,
Knowing it will not,
Forever last,
Often thinking of the future,
With many thoughts,
Of a confusing past,
Some answers I'll never know,
Even if,
I found the right person to ask.

So many things we work hard for,
I couldn't count the miles,
In my mind,
The buckets of sweat,
Or the glasses,
When sipping good wine,
I'll never know,
Until the end,
Which days,
I was wasting time.

We gain knowledge,
When we work,
And sometimes when we play,
Life is a new adventure,
That changes,
Everyday,
Some thoughts for future guidance,
We remember everything,
During this life's stay

The journey seems to get harder,
Every hour that passes by,
So many people,
Taking advantage of others,
And everyone wondering why,
Some days were all smiles,
And others,
All we do is cry.

Each of us,
Are A small piece of A large puzzle,
During our life this time,
And no one on this earth,
Can put it all together,
Even if they think they can,
In their mind,
It started in the beginning,
And will carry on,
Till the end,
Of all man kind.





Tom Maxwell 05/29/06 revised 5/30/06