ASKING QUESTIONS

Hard to believe it but I wrote a poem, after a long, long gap. Sigh. I don’t know what’s the matter with me.

Asking Questions

I wish I had asked more questions

When younger and simpler, and green

I’d have asked older people

For wisdom they’d learned

And the difficult things that they’d seen

I wish I’d been able to quiz them

On all that they’d found on the way

I’d have asked them to show me

The truth of the world

And then written it down straight away!

But now I have lived through the decades,

And many are younger than I

I wish that they’d ask me

For things that I’ve known

As the summers and winters went by

I wish I had asked more questions

As the cogs of the world rolled away

So perhaps I should ask

All the youngsters I know

And just see what they might have to say