Oh To Be An Egg...The Perspective of Humpty Dumpty

I am a lost soul, drifting into an abyss of nothingness. Here I sit, and sit, and sit each day watching men, women, and children hustle about in their daily activities. Yet I have none, am nothing.
For I have no place in this world. I am a living breathing egg--personified--yet I am ignored.
I should be praised for my uniqueness, yet I am ignored?! So sit, and sit, and sit steadily here each day.

Perhaps one day I may grow wings as those flying creatures above me, and fly off with them. Then may I be apart of something? No, under no circumstances, for even they are restrained by the sky. Or, by chance, might I wear clothes and carry parcels to and fro like those below me..

(Sidenote: the original "Humpty Dumpty" poem never said he was an egg. We all assumed he was)