He Didn'T Climb the Wall Again
HE DIDN'T CLIMB THE WALL AGAIN
A hefty dainty young man of twenty
lived alone in a lane beside the town hall.
People called him Humpty Dumpty
because he could climb any high wall.
He went all out to his effort’s end,
colored his face, looked an Easter egg
and searched for a sweet girlfriend,
so her love he could create and beg.
At long last one evening at the sunset
he saw a smiling girl on a nearby balcony.
He knew she was the girl he should get
for he could no longer bear mental agony.
His Juliet was there across the high wall,
he thought as an expert he’d easily climb,
but on it he couldn’t sit, tumbled, had a fall.
Along with the heart he broke his limb.
Nobody could put his heart’s pieces together.
For the rest of his life he lived in bitter pain,
the Romeo in him disappeared in the thin air.
He didn’t try to climb and sit on a wall again.
June 27, 2018
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