We Often Forget The Gift Of Life Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

As I watch the rain fall, on this late September day,
the sky is dark, for I am still thankful, for the time,
as I travel on my way.

When a baby is born, many say a gift has come their way,
as we age, we often forget the gift of life, each day.

Is the excitement gone, or do we just get lazy, over time,
it's our attitude, how we decide, with our mind.

It's easy to get comfortable, in a lifestyle everyday,
we should expect changes, always learn, as we travel, on our way.

Our life does not end, until our heart beats, the very last time,
until then, we should always, imagine, in our mind.



Tom Maxwell copyright 9/21/2006 A.D.