David Harris Poems

The last waltz is over
and we’ll leave together.
Then you will go your way
and I will go another.
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Down at the Hacienda,
where the bullets,
were flying around.
A man lies shot on the ground.
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I got on messenger to have a chat,
with a friend across the sea,
but all they could see,
was me popping in and out,
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Every time we move,
we pack our little things in boxes,
and some inside our mind.
These are the special things;
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There is a little man who stands on a shelf
He stares all day at a creeping vine
One day he will come alive
Climb down the vine
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Sitting in a serene silence
having left chaos behind
away from the world
and its daily grind.
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They say that first impressions
should be lasting ones
by which we build
people’s characters from.
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When you see the rays of the sun
streaming down between the clouds,
are they the stairways to heaven
we all talk about.
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Sometimes we experience
monumental change
within our daily lives.
A change so dramatic
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I pass this way one time only
a fleeting minute in eternity
and what I do in that minute
is entirely up to me.
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