Ask the morning that birthed Wise
He will tell he does not know
Ask him soaps and water that bathed his arts
He will still tell he does not know
Ask him the physical strength of man
He will tell is better in stadium
Ask him the spiritual strength of man
He will tell is better in decorum
Ask him about the century
And will tell it begins when he’s born
Ask him why it is so
And will tell his born is a century
Ask him to relate tales
He will tell more than you can tell
Ask him to tell you how he knows
He will lack coherence in what to tell
Ask him, the wise, to make you, like him
He will question the day that named him wise
Ask him to make you icon like him
He will debrief that moment world acclaimed him wise
Ask him about the future and the past
He will feel the cripple while he stresses
Ask him about the present time
He won’t speak all he cares to buttress
Ask him the nature of man
He will map out and strive to tell
Ask him of his position in the world beyond
The one he may not be able to tell
Ask him to tell you all about God
This one with clue he will tell
Ask him about his position before God
This one he will admit no man can tell.
A.O
