I went to the marketplace Saturday
To buy some badly needed answers
But when I got there I couldn’t find any
So I sat on a hard, cold, rock and cried.
Then a man came up to me saying
He was selling answers this day only
And like a fool I believed him,
Only to find he was a question in disguise.
Author’s note: I would love to know who wrote this poem. I read it in a magazine when I was 15. I don’t remember a title, but I find it to be profound. Can anyone tell me who wrote this and confirm the year written and the magazine it was in?
Jill