What are questions?
How did they come to be?
Did they appear out of thin air?
Were they born,like you and me?
Why do we have answers,
To questions that we ask?
Do we treat it as a feat,
Or some difficult task?
What do questions mean?
In what order are they said?
Do they run through our brains in order to drain
Out the thoughts that are in our heads?
Can we find them in the school?
Can we find them in the home?
By the way, if you’re tired of questions
I suggest you stop reading this poem.
Can we live without questions?
I often stop to say,
Well no we can’t because if we ask questions,
We will learn more and more each day!
“What’s the meaning of this poem”,
I think I hear you ask
Well did you ever stop to think,
Without questions life would be a difficult task?
If we had no questions
How could we find things out?
The things we need to know
And what if you were travelling,
To somewhere far away
If you couldn’t ask for directions
You could be stuck for days.
So if you get fed up with questions,
Open this book and take a glance
At my poem and then,
Give questions a second chance.