Broken Wheels Poem by Sharron Stephenson

misery and pain sit together,
with happiness and smiles,
why? does the heart beat,
when? the stikes of the broken clock,
wakes the eyes of the tender tears,

to be pulled apart by the fight,
of the wind,
whirlpool of the mind,
can be graveled on,
by the wheels of life,

to sensor the soul,
to harvest the emotions,
is a human act,

to refill the light of love,
allow the strongest friendship,
to be bound by strength,
and caring