With A Personal World Poem by Sharron Stephenson

My heart in tears,
No pain no wars,
No steps no brusies to see,
A smile as big as the future holds,
A moment in time to see the face in,
The cloudy mirror.

The past that scars the memory box,
Of friends hand in hand with me.

The life we wish with the personal touch,
A care free heart of me and you.

The love we lose and desire to hold.

No more hidden faces,
No more hearts of stone.

All the colours of skies and skin,
To tackle the wisdom and wrongs,
Time stands and moves around the world's
Poles