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      October 1, 2011Don’t Ask Me Any QuestionsNan Sherman

      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 #26 - Winter 2006

      Nan Sherman

      “I write poetry because I must. I have no choice. When the ‘duende’ rises up in me, full and passionate, I sit down and let it pour out. Those are the happiest moments in my life. Whenever I feel lost, I find my way in poetry.”