This Life Has No Returns Or Guarantees! Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

There is no reward or pleasure,
Being the last of your family alive,
In this period of time. I never had children,
All I have is a few pictures of my parents, siblings,
And the lady I married, with the precious memories,
I hold close in my mind.
I started my journey in this life, three score and five,
Years ago, I am still healthy and doing fine, It's hard,
To meet new real friends, there is so much lack of trust,
Along with constant negative signs, I do treasure those,
I have, they are the closest to a family, I have,
At this time.
I am in a position, I've heard others wish for, many could not,
Handle, the constant thoughts, and confusion, along with,
No one to help or care, if you are in a bind.
I just passed my twentieth anniversary, of course, I was alone,
August thirty-first, about one month ago, I wrote my first rhyme,
There must be a reason, God has me in this situation, I do have,
Plenty of free time, to think, write, and release special messages,
To help others, in the future of time.


The Original: Tom Maxwell © 9/26/2022 AD
5: 30 am