Things That Don't Appear As We See Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Our visions that we see are never the same, mine are realistic,
yours are just a game.

We can look at the beauty, the stars bring at night,
stare at them for hours, and never see the light.

The moon appears so big, bold, and bright,
it's the suns reflection, that illuminates, our evening nights.

The trees are swaying, are they waving, at you and me,
the force behind them, the wind, you will never see.

Our life this time, is not a rehearsal, for a play,
it could end at any moment, then you will look back at those wasted days.

Those lost years, are gone, you can not go back, and change,
for the time that is left, you can start to rearrange.

There will always be things, that do not appear, as we see,
why add more confusion, by saying words, you don't believe.



Tom Maxwell copyright 01/03/2005 A.D.