On Different Days Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

It could have gone,
A different way,
the paths may cross,
on a another day,
or was it the last time,
somethings repeat, during our stay.

Often we are shown,
certain signs,
they seem so perfect,
in our mind,
nothing will take place,
unless it's the right time.

We all learn and teach,
on different days,
everyone has a purpose,
why we came to stay,
No one is always correct,
with every action, and word they say.


Tom Maxwell copyright 07/18/2006 A.D.