David Harris Poems

Looking out my window
at the world outside.
I wonder why I am not out there,
playing around and having fun.
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Here I lay in bed
the throes of death
dance round my head.
Don’t weep for me
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The sun is shining for me,
beyond the distant hills.
Where my love is waiting,
for my return.
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It is funny how memories
of old friends appear
at just around Christmas
every year.
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For P. and S.
Who will know what I mean.

It is always sad when you hear
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Whatever place you hang your hat
you call that your home.
Whatever town you live in
you call that your hometown.
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They swagger through the wastelands
of their own myth
believing the fantasy
they have built around themselves
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As I collected, the children
from school yesterday
knowing you were far away
I wondered what I’d do
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Now an optical illusion
is when your eyes
play tricks on you.
It shows you things
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Many colours
colour my world.
Blue,
when I’m feeling sad.
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