The Asking Of Questions Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Usually an interest is expressed,
By the asking of questions.
For answers to come to one who expects.
Seldom is it that answers come delivered,
Unsolicited from which to pick...
To satisfy a silent curiosity.
As an inquisitive mind allows curiosity to sit.
You may be the first from which I've heard of this.

'Why does it seem,
I'm the only left to know these things? '

~When did your interest in those things,
Become known to express with it confessed? ~

'I don't remember anyone bringing it to my attention.
To volunteer it to be mentioned.'

~You mean like the doing of spreading idle gossip?
With a choosing to listen as you wish?
What benefits to you has been accomplished?
And what in your mind has remained there to stick? ~

'I feel I have been used as a fool with a doing to choose.'

~And I am glad you did not ask that as a question.
However...
If I were you,
I wouldn't think of that as an accomplishment.
Nor as a benefit to have achieved.~