David Harris Poems

How many times when reading a book,
do we identify with the characters within?
Their traits they have we share,
their loves and heartaches
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I hear the sound of distant guns,
as good lives march away,
to foreign lands to fight and die,
to preserve the rights of freedom,
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Sometimes it’s a simple things
that brings the most pleasure there.
A little, treat for someone
of whom you really care.
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You always know
when spring is in the air;
the trees start to show
their blossom everywhere.
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Across the mighty oceans
in lands far away,
sprits touch one another
in so many ways.
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There are people, mainly bosses
who get rid of the best
and replace them with the worst.
Hoping that the worst
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The ticking of the clock,
marks the march of time.
The beating of the heart,
races faster when you find,
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Sometimes I wonder why
as we get older
that times seems to fly by.
When we were, young
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Sometimes we take a detour
off the well trodden path,
it leads us to a place
that we never wanted to go,
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If we walk with good atonement
for everything we do,
we need on apologise
for anything we have done.
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