Wisdom I had asked 
Why have you forgotten
I am still here
It’s you who has
Stopped listening to me
No I have asked
And yes I have
Answered but not the
Question that you asked
My son Wisdom said
The Universe is plump
With answers but like
A man that wanders
Into an orchard and
Picks the apple he
Wants you should start
Behaving like the owner
That harvests all fruits
And then decides which
Ones become one thing
Or another based not
Upon look but promise