The Three Kings
The three kings fought hard
to open the door that led to
riches and immortality. Each
one of them had a key of different
make. The door's key hole was quite
big for their keys to fit right.
Cannon balls, sledge hammers, logs,
and wrecking balls couldn't break
the door. No scratch or dent could
be seen on the wooden door!
A sage from the land of riddles
once told them they had to melt
the three keys together,
to make a big key;
they all refused.
They still stubbornly believed each
of their keys was the right one to open
the wooden door...
Date: 7/4/2016
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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