A Holding Pattern
I’m in a holding pattern
Can’t move forth cause I’m
holding on
Wishing for a happy
ending
Hoping for this phenomenon.
I hold my breath as I wait
and wonder
As I watch with baited
breath
For that day of peace,
serenity
Engaging harmony in
silhouette.
Should we ever know the
pleasure
Of a loving peaceful world
All its peoples, all its
problems
All in unity and wisdom
swirled.
But alas, the dream seems futile
As we strive to just
maintain
A semblance of a truce untethered
By ideologies
held in disdain!
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