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2010 Poetry Challenge

National Poetry Month



Peter Willowdown

A Thousand Kings

A thousand Kings came and knocked upon my door
but I would not let them in.
Ah, but then you came
dressed in rags, a wooden bowl in your hands
and I knew my Lord had come.
I offered you rice
I offered you milk
I offered you ripe fruit
freshly plucked from the tree
but it was not for any of these that you came.
I offered you my youth
I offered you my heart
I offered you what little wisdom I had gleaned
but it was not for any of these that you came -
Handing me your empty bowl
you smiled
and walked away...

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