An Honest Tear Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Sitting alone, sorting through thoughts, and messages,
That constantly, enter and leave my mind,
Always evaluating them, many ideas, for a future time.
Each tick of the clock, one second of my life,
Saying good bye, I can never have those moments back,
No matter how hard, I pray, or try. Writing is like,
Many things, an idea comes, then letters mixed,
Into words, then create lines, feelings and emotions,
Others may read, One of the few things, in this life,
You can do, that brings a special feeling, to the author,
When some one reads, and you see a tear,
Fall from the readers eye, that lets you know,
Your writing, was honest, and real.

The original: Tom Maxwell © 09/18/2024 AD