Time Will Change, Tears To Smiles Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Many times our thoughts, do arrive in different ways,
I was sitting at my desk, looking out the window,
Trying to discover, something to write, on a late August day.
A friend called, with a mild tone to his voice,
Talking slow & soft, a friend of his, passed away.
We only talk a few times a year, I was not surprised,
Many I know, call me to help them understand, in times of fear,
He was trying to hold back tears, so normal for the scene,
Also a special moment, an instant reality check,
We take a moment to examine our self, close & near,
We will all have our own day, and way, this life is real,
We are the actors, on this life's stage, a mystery why,
We are all eventually written out of the play We look at,
Ourselves & surroundings, sorting, what is important,
In this life time, which is good, a mental tune up,
Within our mind, a confused lost feeling,
Only time will take away, then our thoughts,
Will start to sway, as we remember their smile, from past days.
I did ask my friend, Steve, why he called me that day,
He replied, in these situations, you always know,
The right thing to say.