The waterwheel
It goes up
It comes down.
Day in
and Day out.
Then it stopped.
It no longer moved.
Was it Broken? They asked
Stuck? They said.
Fixable. She answered.
The water wheel that stopped
will continue working
once it is all patched up.
And maybe one day I'll continue to work
too.
This poem is about:
Me
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