Birds on a wire wait for a day that may never come
Still, it’s with deep conviction I hum
along with the song they joyfully sing
about promises only faith can bring
A challenge I won’t shy away from
Might be too bitter a proposal for some
Clipped wings have made them numb
Older than the hills, this thing
that may never come
Raising our voices brings unearned income
no reason to stop beating that drum
Patience weaves an unending ring
strung with hope, an endless wellspring
contributing to a day, the ultimate sum
that may never come
photo: PublicDomainPictures.net
prompts: 2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 5, WP Daily Post, #promptatron
Writing and Reflections 