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 untetheredBy ideologies held in disdain!