The Great Fall

Humpty Dumpty fell off a wall

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall

And all the kings horses and all the kings men

tried in vain to mend Humpty's suffering head

 

To no avail it came though

and for hours they worked

but poor Humpty

poor Humpty was still forever hurt

 

so great was his tumble

and so hard was his fall

that the cracks on the surface

could not be fixed at all 

 

Yet not one of the kings horse's

nor one of his men

ever asked Humpty

why he was even in such a mess

 

No one asked Humpty before 

as he sat on the ledge

No one asked Humpty after

as he pushed himself off 

with his own two hands 

 

so there Humpty sat

in all the chaos he had caused

with his cracks and his wounds

and his never to be fixed heart

 

For you see 

Humpty Dumpty did not want to be 

pieced back together

from the start 

This poem is about: 
Our world
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