Thoughts, As We Let, The New Year Begin Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

As I sit in this old chair, looking out my window,
The wind is calm, three squirrels, chasing each other,
Up and down the trunk of a leafless tree, then changing,
To a different route, now in a circle, going round, and round,
This life, so much beauty, it's up to us, to find and believe.
Now, about a half of a day, away,
Waiting for another year, to pass through the exit door,
A time to reflect, are we just talking, or reaching our goals,
Remember, the most important, are we preparing, our inner soul.
The beginning, of a new chapter, dream, be patient,
Each of us, are just like a drop of water, in an ocean, or sea,
Listen to, respect, those who worked hard to achieve,
Their morals, and values, where you want your future to be.
With a mixture of good and evil,
A constant changing, world, nothing is perfect, we all have sin's,
Do not get lost, trying to compete, in the material games,
Follow the voices you hear inside, your spirit, within,
Life is a mixture, not a constant pleasure, or party,
You will never find true, peace, happiness, or love,
In a bottle, pipe, or any other substance, you ingest in.
We have no choice, at midnight, a new chapter,2021, will begin.
Sometimes, we have to make personal changes,
To reach dreams, we know that are true,
This life, is the only one, for me and you.
Best wishes to everyone,
Tom Maxwell ©12/31/2020 A.D.1: 00 PM