Cherish Smiles That Are Aimed Your Way Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

The early rising sun,
Removes the darkness,
Of last night,
The air starts to warm,
From the huge, fireball in the sky,
The birds are awakened, and start to sing,
We never know until it's over, what this day, will bring,
A sun filled day, the timing is right, to get your head together,
In twenty-four hours, one day, could bring with it a stormy night
The seasons, seem to change faster, as the years pass us by,
There will be days, that end, with a question of why,
Others, will be memories, of tears in your eyes.
Cherish the smiles,
That look at you today,
Like everything else,
They will slowly, fade away.

The original: Tom Maxwell © 10/31/24 AD