David Harris Poems

When you’re up every morning
for work at the crack of dawn,
you think at the weekends
you can just lay back and yawn.
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There are times when the heart wants to linger,
near the doorway of your mind,
looking at the travels and the sorrows,
that you have left so far behind.
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As I walk near a watery sea
A face with no features pleads to me
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I was a store man in an engineering factory,
during the early 1960’s when this story took place.
The company had rented and old tailor shop
as an extra storeroom just down the road.
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When the hurting is over
and a new start begins,
you tread so softly,
pray you will not make the mistake again.
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Some people fear love,
running away when it happens.
They fear they will lose their individuality,
if they hear a beckoning heart call.
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We live in a world full of enemies,
or so we are lead to believe.
The best way to defeat an enemy
is not with bullets or bombs.
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Many times, I have walked near the sea;
looked at the incoming white crested waves,
dreamed of the times you walked with me.
When we promised our love would last forever,
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Many years ago when my granddaughter was young,
her parents took to London
to see the animals in the zoo.
When she came home,
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Woke up this morning,
outside I beheld
a wonderful sight.
Jack Frost had been around
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