Teach Show Share Your Experiences Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

This life we were given, dreams when young,
We vision, will forever, last, in reality, it's over,
Oh, so fast, like the dew, on A sunny morning,
On the blades, of the green lawn grass.
During this visit, we are to discover our past,
Mixing in our present experiences, this time,
Not accusing, others for our faults,
Only one person can walk A tight rope, at A time,
After A mile, we can only blame ourselves,
If we are heading, the wrong direction on the line.
Many ways, to eliminate ourselves, we could,
Just sit, in a chair, looking in the same direction,
With A blank face, in A stare, searching for excuses,
Pains, then wasting hours to explain, slowly,
Eliminating ourselves, from life,
Which is real, our biggest game.
We my not have fast feet, as we age, or that,
Knockout punch, to keep others, in line, we have,
Knowledge we collected, in our mind, to escape,
The dictator's system, which creates, most of our,
Mental, physical, binds.
For if we do not, teach, show, and share,
Our experiences, positive, and negative,
To future generations, by the time,
They are teens, many will not know how to think,
With just political mush, controlling their mind,
Never training for their potential purpose,
Many will not make it into the ring, to hear,
The bell ring, one time…



The Original Tom Maxwell © 9/14/2021AD 11: 45am