David Harris Poems

Every year we celebrate
the birth of our lives,
but as we get older
we start counting back the years.
...

This poem goes out to all my friends wherever they may live.

Someone said to me recently
you cannot count people on the internet
...

Deep within the recesses of our mind
are little pockets
that store the essence of our time.
On odd occasions,
...

Raindrops pitter-patter
against the windowpane,
teardrops run down my cheeks
whenever I am in pain.
...

The little seeds that were planted
within our childhood spring
make us what we are today
and sometimes make our words sing.
...

Here we are at the end of a season,
and as we depart today,
we take away all the memories
we have gathered during our stay.
...

Wedding bells are ringing in the chapel
that should have been ringing
out for you and me.
Now down the isle you walk
...

Everyone hates the dentist
some much more than me.
Just the thought of the drill
and the light in your eyes
...

I’m dancing on air
whenever you are near me.
I’m dancing on air
whenever you call my name.
...

The songs they were singing from the golden days of our spring. When laughter rang out from those old friend of mine.

Where have they gone in the passing of time, and where are they now those old friends of mine.
...