An Eggistential matter--EDITED

You did a great job with this. A liked the whimsical flair that it had, and the juxtaposition of the Humpty Dumpty fable and existentialism.

Humpty dumty wobble your toes wiffle your nose you knows how to make us smile it is your style I know it now you can flow it Now I must be sensible here, clear my throat and reply to this, this, this EGG You remember I sent you a picture of one of my ideas for children to make, for Easter, and that was a chicken in the shape of a cone in paper with the feathers small torn bits of paper, beak and eyes and crest, but underneath was an egg, not a whole egg but a FRIED EGG! THERE is the illustration for this poem in an egg shell!! Hope your wall is supports you well my Longobardolino, That's of course NOT comparing you to an egg, heaven forbid, you are more like your swan or an eagle soaring in the existential ethereal, surreal, eternal questions of life, Your Annuccia

You are right in this poem, we are all fragile and know the score. What an interesting read and a clever way with words to describe life. Well done Joe. Love and best wishes, Lyz. XX

And a Job well done. Love the hint of humor in your write and comments, cheeky. Lol. Lyz. XX

HA! Love your egg shells coming together, re-editing themselves as it were, a bit cracked around the edges. Hug. ~A