David Harris Poems

Mr D took off his glasses,
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One among the many,
whose feeling lonely today.
Whose love has gone astray.
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Sometimes people say to me,
why do you write so much about the past?
I look at them with dreamy eyes;
a small smile curls my lips,
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Some people write poetry
to fulfil their dream,
others write it as a personal diary.
While yet more write to protest.
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Years have passed along down the line
Of the summers we used to know
The days when love
Filled every minute way back there
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Sailing on a ship of memories
Over the tide of broken dreams
Hear the wail of the lost souls
Who just linger there
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They came in hundreds to read my poems yesterday
But they all faded away today
I hope they will come back
Maybe tomorrow or someday soon
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I wrote a little poem
I thought was so nice
Filled with love, sugar and spice
Figuring no one would want to read it
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As evening shadows fall
And stars begin to shine
We walk hand in hand
Under a moon that’s divine
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Oh Lord, we all walk different paths in our daily lives.
Some of us are frowned upon for the paths we take.
Does that make us worse than any other who believes in you?
We take these paths, not because we are bad,
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