What's To Come My Way Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell
What's To Come My Way
It's the end of the day,
Looking at my bed,
Where I will lay,
Waiting for a sign,
Visions, or dreams,
That will enter my mind.
Some, I will never understand,
I'll never know the reason,
Other's are to guide me,
To prepare, for another season.
I'm always curious looking,
For the time, year, and day,
Only then, I will know,
If I am seeing the past,
Or what's to come my way.
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