David Harris Poems

I had to go to the hospital today.
They x-rayed my head two days ago,
now I had to go back for the results,
to find out whether I had a brain or not.
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If life a bowl of cherries
why do I always end up with the pips?
Why is it on a bright and sunny day
does it always rain on me?
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For years and years, I wandered,
never touching anyone’s life.
Then one day I did
and the trend seemed
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Some memories are good,
some memories are sad;
some memories are bad,
almost nightmarish in fact.
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Beyond the daylight reaches,
near the back roads of the mind.
Love lies waiting there
for some lucky person,
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Many years ago we fell in love,
and wedding bells did ring,
but as the years went on,
our love began to run cold.
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My life has been built around
self-doubt of who I am
with insecurity and vulnerability.
To many that might seem strange
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Trust is something
we all must feel
when working anywhere.
As soon as employers
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A room full of arty types
all vying to be heard.
Gathering for an exhibition
of photographs by someone.
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In spring, the flowers grow,
in summer they bloom
with all the colours of the rainbow.
Their sweet scent fills the air
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