David Harris

Gold Star - 4,611 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

How Time Does Fly

Poem by David Harris

Met some old friends
from a place where I used to work,
I hadn’t seen them for a while.
It is amazing how time does fly.
We spoke for a half an hour
then I was off again.
It is nice to keep in touch
for who knows when
I will see them all again.

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  • Andrew mark Wilkinson (11/21/2007 4:22:00 PM)

    Oh yes i know this feeling very well, me and brown eyes only know so well...10(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 6, 2011