David Harris Poems

Sometimes when we open,
Pandora’s Box of memories,
we find a sad reflection
of ourselves buried within.
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Everyday we are graced,
with other words and thoughts.
Some make a lot sense,
while other make not a lot.
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It hurts when I think;
someone else is kissing you,
and holding you,
the way I used to do.
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I got that funny feeling,
as she passed me yesterday,
that old loving feeling,
I had not felt for many a day.
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Sometimes people write words,
when they are frustrated and angry.
They then send those words
to someone to ease what they are feeling,
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Watching the waves rolling to the shore,
as I sit throwing pebbles into the water.
The smoke from my cigarette
drifts over my head,
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There is a point in every journey,
a point of no return.
Once you’ve passed it,
you have to carry on,
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You will find wherever you go
someone who wants to be
the centre of attention.
Personally, it is not a road
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Sometimes we meet people,
and declare they have a heart of gold.
They do things for others,
never expecting any beneficial in return.
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Everyday we go outside,
to enjoy the world out there,
but we never think about,
the world beneath our feet.
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