David Harris Poems

Every life is filled with
its swings and roundabouts.
Life at times swings up
reaching new heights
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Mums are heroes
on duty all day
and every day
the whole year through.
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We take a sip of the wine
that runs through our lives.
The wine of love most purest
that comes from the tenderest grapes
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Outside winter chills the air,
Jack Frost nibbles at your nose
while inside I sit as summer
takes control of my mind.
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Write me a letter
and send it with care
telling you still love me
and will always be there.
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In silence, you can hear
the scratching of a pen across paper.
In silence, you can hear
the rhythmic sound
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When it comes to women
my life has never been that well.
I used to advertise myself
and on my tee shirt wrote.
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Christmas is once more with us
with mistletoe and good cheer,
stocking hung on the mantle place
and presents under the tree.
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There is always a tinge of sadness
when something comes to an end
whatever that may be.
An affair that has ended
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In 1958, I last saw someone
whom would disappear from my life
until December 2006.
Our meeting was not face to face,
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