We Three Kings

Of Wisdom, Pennies and Rainbows,
Each a quarter to place in the pocket.
A lick of gold to whet the tastes of greed,
Or a pipe for those of their regrettable nature.

Of Wisdom, Pennies and Rainbows,
Where each is a third of a lie.
Of the three but one is useful,
Can you guess where success calls?

Of Wisdom, Pennies and Rainbows,
When the first is the last in need.
Like an outclassed wooden row boat,
Old, outdone and overrated.

Of Wisdom, Pennies and Rainbows,
How can the gold be laced with spice?
A promise given to those forsaken.
Yet colours that smile in the wind.

Of Wisdom, Pennies and Rainbows,
Pocket change rings with clarity.
Simplicity, drinks life from a wine glass.
Where the small is large and loved.

Of Wisdom, Pennies and Rainbows.
The three that are one, laughable trinity.
Judge not the wicked, or poor.
Or the first will fall, the last vanish and third...

Slip.
Your.
Grasp.

Wisdom, Pennies and Rainbows.