Knock At The Door Poem by Sunday Igwebuike

As the ant and his friend grasshopper, Were getting to the stage, To declare their mission, The iron gate imposing, Guards red alert, Cold shivering down the spine, Going back was no longer plausible, For being labelled a spy, A worst fate! As the ant approached the gate, Grasshopper excused himself, Claiming a messenger to the ant. Ant knocks at the door, Truth opens, Success speaks and offers a seat, While wealth stands and shakes hands. So said that wealth, Is more than we can see!