A very recent discussion with Noirfifre (as of an hour ago!) prompted the following:
How often do we question,
Finding answers leave us blank?
Does the fault lie with our question,
Or, is the answer just too frank?
Where is the mystery,
The magical, mystical power?
To open up Pandora’s box,
Let answers flow and flower.
For, like her box, so many things
Entice us to know more,
What’s inside? How does it work?
What, why, when, who, where?
To find the answers that we seek
We need to know our scope,
Formulate effective questions,
Then hold Pandora’s hope.
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I normally prefer to let a poem ‘brew’ and ‘mature’ for a while with a final edit but thought this fun! Hope you like it (with apologies for the poor rhyme in the fourth stanza – at least the last two letters of each word on line 2 and 4 match! cough, cough! 🙂