Nan Sherman

DON’T ASK ME ANY QUESTIONS

I used to know all the answers
but I don’t anymore
possess the assurance, bravado
of foolish youth.

The more ancient I get
the less I know.
My faltering footsteps,
seek secure ground.

Don’t ask me any questions.
I have no answers.

Where is the wisdom
that arrives with age?
Another fairytale for the young.

–from Rattle #26, Winter 2006
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