David Harris Poems

When your mind is full of concentration,
but your hand maybe busy too,
drawing something
on the edge of the page,
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With each of us as we travel through life,
the urge forward is always strong.
Knowing that with each mountain that we clime,
tomorrow another waits for us there.
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We always remember,
the first time we fell in love,
and the first kiss that took place there.
Everything has a first time,
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You are walking across the desert,
under a hot blazing sun;
you eyes search the horizon
for an oasis somewhere.
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We watch from far off places,
tragedies of old and young.
We wish that we could something to help them.
We have only words to give,
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Each day we search our memories
for the perfect moments in time
when there were tears of laughter
to see us through some bad times.
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Hurt has a rippling effect;
it goes on and on,
until it slowly fades away.
Sometimes we say things
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They say when you reach
the backside of thirty;
a midlife crisis looms in the air.
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The rocking chair squeaks,
as it rocks to and fro.
An old man is dreaming,
of yesterdays many years ago.
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Little time capsules lie hidden,
beneath the turmoil of passing life.
Tiny mementoes laid down,
by strangers that passed this way.
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