Intelligence, Wisdom, Knowledge, and God
met in the first months of ninth grade.
Without much ado, a friendship was wrought,
over lunches spent in the sun and shade.
There, they’d debate some dense affair.
(It always seemed a bit precocious to me.) -
Knowledge would arise first and declare,
all the facts “that there could be”.
Intelligence would then shift his seat about,
and proffer scenarios with questions, deep.
While Wisdom would decide, without a spout,
then look at God, who had often fallen asleep.
In time, the four grew up and went their ways.
Though some say they still talk now and then.
But if truth be told, this sad truth I say:
only Wisdom and God remain good friends.
