The Right Questions

He didn't really like me but he taught me all the same. As much as he resisted from him, wisdom still came. The aroma of aged books and sherry blends the wood smoke from the fire. In the near distance evensong is heard from the keen choristers in the choir. Lacking culture and wild, he fears my youthful ire but some knowledge is for sharing particularly when one is soon to retire. His faithful hound wags it's tail. The wise old man relaxes and is ready. Leaning forwards, he clears his throat and his gaze upon me is steady. "Finding answers is the easy part but hard is knowing the right questions to ask!" says he. In that instance my life is changed and forever my mind is free.