The 3 Wise Monkeys

Once upon a time, there was a monkey named Fred,
Who believed himself never to be wrong.
Try as he might, to always do right, something always went wrong.
Fed up with the past, Fred set out on a task
to learn, what was wrong, in his head.
Try as he might, it didn’t go right and Fred became angry and cold.

Once upon a time, there was a monkey named Lucy,
Not very serious, she acted quiet goofy.
Try as she might, to always do right, something always went wrong.
Lucy set out on the task, to not be an ass
But surely it’d pass, Lucy’s best couldn’t last
The anxiety in her head, overwhelmed her instead, turning bitter and squirrely

Once upon a time there was a monkey named Tim,
Timid was Tim, that socializing, wasn’t for him.
Try as he might, to always do right, something always went wrong.
Tim set out for a change, to timid Tim’s ways, and read all the books he could read.
Poor little Tim, near sighted was him; he didn’t see that before him.
Try as he might, it just didn’t go right, so Tim turned away from us all.

Finally one day, the three monkeys astray
Came upon a man, them all.
Quiet and concise, the man was quite nice
The monkeys agreed, them all.
This man set them down, to tell a story he’d found
Of three who were angry indeed.

All being wronged, they were right to be mad
This story, the old man him having.

The 3 monkeys astray, not turning away
Felt meaning in the old mans homily.
Quiet and concise, the old man told of vise
Shattered dreams, loneliness and crying.
The 3 monkeys astray, having not turned away
Together them all, began crying.

Their hearts being revealed, together they’d yield
As the old man finished his story.
When asked why so sad, the old man, the 3 monkeys, he had
The monkeys confessed to him their stories.

Each in there way
Bruised reeds where they
That they finally understood each other.

Revealed at last
The burden had passed
And quietly they turned to each other.

Love in deed!
Was the seed
Planted in these monkeys, that day.

All being revealed
The monkey’s hearts being healed
The tree blossomed to yield its fruit.

Marvelous indeed
Was this seed
Planted in the monkeys that day.

The fruits from the tree
Could the 3 finally see
And eat of it, the 3, they did.

No longer having need
Or pretenses or greed.
No problem could the monkeys not solve.

That having said
The old man smiled
Tears no longer being shed
The 3 monkeys became wise, them all.


Philo Lapis