Little son asked his father

A little son with questions in his eyes,
Approached his father, filled with wonder and surprise.
"Why is it night now, why does the light go away?
When will the world find peace, what do you say?
Why is water wet, why is salt so salty?
Why is sugar sweet, not bitter or malty?"

But the father was busy, with deadlines to meet,
Stacks of paperwork and no time to greet.
He sighed at the questions, "Not now, my dear,
I have too much work, your timing's unclear."

Who's right or wrong in this everyday scene?
Both are justified, yet the gap is keen.
It's just life unfolding, as it always does,
And you, little boy, will understand because.

One day you'll grow up and see all these truths,
The mysteries of life, the quests of your youth.
You'll learn that each question has its time and place,
And patience and timing lend answers their grace.

So patience, young seeker, your curiosity's a spark,
In the journey of life, you're making your mark.
And father, remember, though the world never waits,
In your son's simple questions, wisdom participates.

It's just life as we know it, with its ebb and its flow,
And together, through questions and answers, we grow.