What is wisdom?
Are we born with it?
Show it and you’re a child
Wise before your years,
The old wives say.
Can it be taught?
With white chalk on black
Or the modern equivalent
Of PowerPoint and screen.
Can it soak in?
From words of generations
Passed from age to age
Down the line.
Do we just acquire it?
As the years pass
And our lives are lived
By the paths we walk.
As the end is in the beginning
We return to; what is wisdom?
Maybe the answer is in the question.