Always Listen To The Sixth Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Time moves on,
Only future visions will see,
If the voices being heard today,
Are being honest with me.

I can usually trust,
The sights my eyes bring to see,
Something's and people alter the vision,
Only to deceive.

We can't always count on,
Smelling the truth what's right,
Many aromas can cover,
The facts out of sight.

Even our taste buds,
Can bring confusion to our mind,
So many spices and additives,
More being invented all the time.

Sometimes our touch can be confused,
With more fakes every day,
Those many changes from rough to smooth,
The next morning often change in many ways.

Out of all the senses,
Regulated by our mind,
Always listen to the sixth,
When it delivers A sign.






Tom Maxwell 9/9/06