Waiting For the Other Shoe
I'm a nervous Nellie with good reasons you see.
Many a time I've had the rug pulled out from under me..
There are quiet stretches where I attempt to heal and
everything is co-pathetic, at an even keel..
Abruptly the rains come down and it's never
just a spittle.
It's often like the sky is falling and I'm poor Chicken Little..
If I only knew my future I could tweak the plot, then I
could stop waiting for the other shoe to drop..
Copyright © Nancy Kaufman | Year Posted 2023
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