David Harris Poems

No matter what season comes to call,
it doesn’t matter whether it rains or snows
or the north wind blows cold
as long as you are at my side
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If we start looking out beyond
the reaches of today
passed the turbulences
tomorrow may bring
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We live in a mysterious world
with many things yet to be seen.
Everyday new things are discovered,
some from the dawning of time.
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Everyone needs a bolthole
where you can run off to.
Somewhere to go
to let your hair down
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The world is filled with weird people,
some are quite harmless
and even gives us all a laugh.
While others can be quite abusive
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Watching the news and I had to shake my head,
a featherbrained crackpot stood there,
they want to a ban a forty odd year old advert
about going to work on an egg,
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Behind each poem, that I write
hides a different face of me.
One of love and caring,
one sadness and sorrow,
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The smoke from his pipe
rose up like a small cloud.
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I knocked on his front door
half expecting a weary face
when it opened to greet me.
Instead, Oliver smiled
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I’d give all my tomorrows
for just one yesterday.
A day when I was young
before the world took it away.
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