Mondays are just young Fridays

I have more answers than
questions, too many
I suppose, but questions
keep coming.
I have so many questions,
but often I don’t ask.
Why?
What am I afraid of?
There are no stupid questions,
it is often said, but there are
a lot of silly answers;
more like excuses or denials,
so I don’t want to hear them.
Maybe that is denial on
my part. Or is it an excuse?
It doesn’t seem right.
I’m less afraid of asking
the wrong question
than I am of providing an
incorrect answer. Then,
there are some questions
I’m afraid to ask because
I am not sure I am going to
like the answer.
You shouldn’t be afraid
of asking questions.
                                                   j.g.l.

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