m_607b396fb802440aa016a9e0a58ccdf9[1]Is as unpredictable as the
myriad hues of Autumn leaves.

I never know what season
of life that I am in. That too,
has been unpredictable.


I have had to just wring my
hands until trouble passes,


 I am caught up in the tornado of life,
wondering whatever happened to Kansas?


 Where did I get those sparkling, ruby slippers?


 My life has not been planned, plotted,
scheduled, or on course.  It just happens.


 Am I a star-child, wandering?


 By Alice Parris



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