So Many Times

So many times love has crossed my door
and in the night slipped quietly away.

So many times dreams have based themselves with me,
and then faded with the dawning of the day.

So many times, I asked for an angel,
who came briefly before flying away.

So many times, I have asked for things
to fill my life with joy.

So many times, I have been denied
that I don’t ask for anything anymore.

28 May 2008

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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