my daddy never answered my question,
or if Ii put it this way:
I was afraid of him, I was a boy until my twenty five. I could not ask.
I do not have a boy
or a daughter or
a pet to ask me.
so I kept all the questions for myself and
all the answers;
except few
are my troubles.
It takes time to get across the right question
before looking for a possible beautiful answer.
Atef Ayadi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/questions-for-myself/
