When I was young I lacked the sense <br /> to realise I’d cause offence. <br /> By asking questions frequently <br /> and challenging authority. <br /> <br />I asked because I wanted to <br />believe that what you said was true. <br />But you denied me a reply <br />and I was left to wonder why. <br /> <br />Children should be seen not heard. <br /> To my young mind was just absurd. <br />I think you were afraid to show <br />There were some things you did not know. <br /> <br />So you forfeited my respect. <br /> I learnt thenceforward to expect <br />From most adults dishonesty <br />Because they could not possibly. <br /> <br />In any shape or form confess <br /> that they might possibly know less. <br />Much less than what they thought they knew <br /> and passing time has proved it true. <br /> <br />If I am asked I find it best <br />to admit that I fail the test <br /> and simply state that I don’t know <br /> but that I do know where to go. <br /> <br />I recommend the library <br />where you may find quite easily <br />The answer that I can’t supply. <br /> I find that’s satisfactory. <br /> <br />12-Nov-07<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honesty-17/
