The tongue of wisdom rests in the cheek

Mistake it not for the tongue of the meek

It observes, ponders, relates,  then seasons

Before it boldly moves to roll with reason

Impetuously wagging tongues seldom seek the why

From mouths with false masks, they too often fly

To ponder, wonder the who, what and when

Is the domain of the noble sage then

Hesitancy is not a role played by the inept

Forays into the unwise should have been kept

Dwelling long in the house of silence

Better than to suffer with costly recompense

The wise tongue will  hang in air, pensive

Rather than wag when foolishness is too expensive

To wag or wag not

Think about it a lot