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Humpty On The Edge


Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall

Suffering greatly and thinking about it all

He was right on the edge and could hear the rescue teams calling

He had not yet jumped, but somehow had already fallen

For his shell remained intact and clothes untattered

But the damage was internal, where his soul lie shattered

Moments away from meeting his demise

His life began to flash right before his eyes

It all started back at his childhood home

Where he’d spend long days and nights playing with the heir to the throne

 

He never seemed unhappy nor showed signs of dismay

But it was weird that for some reason he hated Easter holiday

He was helpful to the future king, provided input to make his mind up

And never ceased to brighten his day so he called him “Sunny-Side Up”

The would-be king was scatterbrained and often times rambled

Ironically, it’d be his and not Humpty’s thoughts that were scrambled

They stayed on the same page and their friendship was never vague

One Halloween, the prince dressed as an angel so Humpty could be a deviled egg

 

As kids they flew kites, he taught the prince to ride bikes, backed him up in college bar fights, and even wingmanned the prince’s wife.

May or may not have bailed him from jail once or thrice, covered up the prince’s lies and paid the price; I think you get the picture… They were going to be friends for life.

 

So what’s happened since, all these years later?

The king asked himself now that consequences have never been greater

He sat to ponder thought after thought

As he watched in terror as Humpty reached the tip top

Slowly, he started realizing after a moment of reflection,

It’s been years since Humpty had started moving in a different direction

 

Humpty used to always smile and be quick with a joke

But now always seems down, while wiping away tears of yolk

He always had unwavering optimism and charisma unmatched

But slowly he’s become desolate, often leaving ideas unhatched

The highest position in the King’s Court is where Humpty had just been promoted

Yet Humpty never seemed content and the king was ashamed not to have noticed

 

When asked, “What’s the matter?” Humpty would pass it off as being tired

So the king always shrugged it off and continued building his empire

Humpty tried to reach out; invited the king to a new restaurant to taste

The king wanted to but couldn’t, so he sent a servant in his place

 

Stunned, standing frozen as if a permanent fixture

The king was dumbfounded now that he saw the bigger picture

Every time he was out trying to pull sword from stone

Humpty was back at the castle in dire need of a friend to call his own

Every time he was out wishing wizards to give him the touch of gold,

All Humpty needed was a supportive embrace, someone to hold

 

The king snapped out of his trance but did too little too late

Humpty leaped, destined to meet his fate

On this dreary day, overcast and breezy,

Humpty fell and it was over… easy.

 

In order for this tragedy to never happen again

It’s everyone’s duty just like the king and his men

To reach beyond ourselves and be there for all of this world’s children

So we can put Humpty together again, but next time… from within.

 
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