David Harris

Veteran Poet - 1,237 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

David Harris Poems

81. Widow’s Warf 4/26/2008
82. Why Me? 8/16/2008
83. Why Is This Happening to Me? 10/16/2007
84. Why Is It? 8/16/2008
85. Why Is It 10/30/2009
86. Why Do We 8/1/2007
87. Why Do I Write 4/27/2011
88. Why Do I 12/20/2008
89. Why 2/22/2007
90. Whooper-will Calls 5/7/2008
91. Whom Life Has Injured 7/11/2014
92. Who’s Carrying The Books 2/11/2009
93. Who We Are 2/7/2010
94. Who Stole Our Outhouse? (Fun Poem, But True) 4/2/2007
95. Who Knows 7/1/2008
96. Who Is Calling You 1/27/2008
97. Who Could Wish For Anything More 6/29/2007
98. Who Cares 4/4/2008
99. Who Can I Turn To 12/21/2008
100. Who Am I? 3 5/19/2009

Faded Love Letters

An old shoe box under the bed,
filled with mementoes of years gone by.
Faded love letters stained with tears,
I used to cry.
They tell of the joy I knew one spring,
of laughter and fears.
And of the love we said would remain,
throughout our growing years.
The spring is gone and so are you;

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