It Was Handed To Me Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Will I be living my time alone,
For the rest of this life's stay,
Long days, and night's,
Entertaining my mind, in many ways,
All the people, that ever loved me,
Are now resting in their graves.

A thought, always in my mind,
Why this situation, was handed to me,
With no one to, talk, or plan with,
My future does not look to bright to see,
Is their, a reason, that it happened,
Should I try, or just let everything be.



Tom Maxwell©
8/5/2020 AD
12: 15 AM