Humpty’s Basic Issue

Away back when I started out
In life with hope and n’er a doubt,
I had the vinegar to press
On through – the rest I could finesse.

How so? Experience I lacked –
No cautious word to hold me back;
I fought as Don Quixote – one
Against the world – ’twas so much fun!

At best I had a squire to fit
My armor; help on horse to sit;
Apart from that, and maid at home,
Alone across the heath I’d roam.

But as the years played out their tune,
And Phoenix-like I rose from ruin,
Eventually I stopped and asked,
“Alone, am I like Nixon’s ass –

“Out in the pasture in the hail,
With hooves dug in, no coat of mail
To shield – so, battered, bruised, I die
Alone and hammered, asking, “Why?”

‘Twas Nee who spoke of Humpty’s state,
All broken after fall from grace –
That Humpty-Dumpty was mankind,
Who after Eden was quite blind –

Who after Babel’s added woe,
When on mankind God did bestow
His gift of sand poured in the gears,
To slow us with allergic tears –

Selected “one” as basic thought,
Not unity but one, and bought
The myth that “I alone can make
Out best, and all the rest forsake”.

The bait we took from Satan’s hand,
“Alone, in triumph you can stand
Upon the Victor’s podium
King of the mountain – done as one”.

But Watchmen’s words to me were sound,
“Against that wall we will be found,
Our heads beat raw, frustrated-like,
No victory for us in sight –

“Until we see, ‘a perfect hand
No sight or hearing has; can’t stand;
Or walk to pick the pencil up –
No thought it has – so life is tough’.

“The horse of King, or kindly men
Who rush with crazy-glue to mend
Humanity – they work in vain,
For Humpty will just roll again.

“He has no legs, so he must roll;
No way to stop his pleasant stroll,
So off-the-wall, ker-splash again,
Like Sisyphus – with added pain.

“What’s at the base? It’s attitude –
A change requires less fortitude,
If change is shift from one to one –
As unity our lives can run.

“And if we don’t? The rest walk off –
‘Win by yourself’, the others scoff;
‘Who needs the hassle, sick abuse?’
‘We’ll see you round, for what’s the use –

“ ‘Of sticking ’round if I can’t be
Myself, contribute what I see
And know, from my short years in life –
Perhaps your way is always right –

“ ‘For I can from my vantage see
What’s hidden from one’s eyes – but we
Can move ahead if share we do,
And one become – not one as you’”.

“So ask yourself, ‘why’s one so great
That you all others must forsake?’
My hunch it’s cash – as one you make
A killing – don’t leave change too late.”

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