Questions With No Right Answers Poem by Philo Yan

Question after question
was posted to my page.
They await wise answers,
I'm sorry, I'm not a sage.

They think I've gained wisdom
because I'm of a certain age.
I know not of things that I don't know
and age is not the gauge.

What we have are experiences,
thoughts, a different view.
What may be perfect for me
may not be true for you.

Solving life's mysteries,
like walking in a foggy mist.
Life presents hard lessons,
mistakes, and misguided twists.

Until we find a bright clearing,
we stumble and fall.
Until we find our true bearing
don't ever drop that ball!