A Crown-Never a Nudnik

I woke up on a fresh Friday morning and introduced myself to a new day A sweet smile stretched and a beautiful kiss of the wind lay on my cheek Brushing my teeth and heading off to the kitchen for a delicious breakfast, A visitor knocked on my cheek’s door Kind and caring I was, for I welcomed him and opened my pink castle’s doors An old visitor, it was, Beside him was a young man holding the old man like something dear I invited both of them to the dining room where a long red carpet lay and walls of pearls guarded my castle My pink castle doors were strongly fastened; no air can survive Coffee and tea were offered to the gentlemen in front of me A sip from here and a gulp from there Words began to mutter themselves out of the old man’s cave: “Ab ovo, I am here with a wise gift to thee I am here because it is time for thou to hold and protect thee wise For it is a symbol of wisdom and not ignorance It is a symbol of maturity and not childishness Come my wise child, rise” And so, the young man rose and approached towards me In his hands was a parchment carved with beautiful scarlet ink Vigilantly, I slowly opened it to read: “Today, a wisdom tooth shall tear its way towards sunlight For you, dear beholder, have become shrewd enough to be handed a crown Never lose it, never leave it, never take it off Never let anybody borrow it and never forget about it Tonight, you shall feel pain, but you are strong Hold on and don’t give up, for you shall behold a treasure” Suddenly, a drift of whistling wind entered my castle The visitors were gone, Pain stroke, but a wisdom tooth grew…