All the kings horses
all the kings men
couldn’t, they tried
So it’s told, so it’s said
the balancing act
juggling roles
in life, our own circus
Sometimes we falter
at times we fall
egg shell legs, fragile
glue won’t work
We mend us, we pick
ourselves up
start over again
we try to minimise
We compensate
we hear the crack
we repair our damage
before it’s too late
©jmtacken 4/4/2014
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Ramblings From A Mum 
I feel you could be talking about my present physical condition. Well done Jenny I like the metaphor of eggs, fragility comes to mind.
Then you would be right..about fragility. Both our physical conditions and a little bit of mental as well. Thank you Michael.
I was definitely thinking Humpty Dumpty on this one Jenny. Great writing as ever 🙂
aww thanks Jayde, thought one audio for the week was enough, though I would have liked to have done this as well. I don’t know why Humpty sprung in my head. 🙂
that is pretty much life…falling, putting duct tape on it and keep moving
we are all broken…..
Yep fall down, pick yourself up, dust off and start all over again…sounds like a song I know. Thankfully I only have a little duct tape at present. Thanks Bri. Hope you are well and studying hard.
I was reading somewhere the other day (can’t remember where now) that nowhere in Humpty Dumpty is an egg mentioned (I thought I’d share this useless bit of information with you on this quiet Saturday night when I should be writing but can’t be bothered).
I love this poem. Our lives are so fragile and precious xxx
That isn’t useless and I had never thought about it before there is always an egg depicted, could have been anything, how funny. Why aren’t you writing young lady??! Hmm? Get to it 🙂 thank you for liking, that we are, fragile and precious. xxx
You’re so right
Well thank you for saying so 🙂
Welcome
i think you’ve written a classic here, jen.
Move over erm classical poets? How very sweet of you to say so though, always there for me you are.. hugs xx
Very true! No matter how hard we try, we can never fix or repair the damage. If we survive, we add it to our book of knowledge and go on, carrying that with us and making it a part of us as who we are.
Thank you Jackie, yes we fall, crack, patch and add it to experience, loved your comment also. x
This is perfect! I could be a poem about my life. Right now I feel intact, but I’m always on the look out for something could hurl by and crack my shell. Great writing, Jenny! 🙂
We all have those moments, when our guards are down, when the slightest crack can turn into a crater. Try not to think about it and hopefully you won’t need any mending 🙂 hugs x
You’re so right! Hugs right back atcha!
Jenny I think this poem is probably one of your best pieces–albeit the word ‘glue’–. It was a true treat to read. Best>KB
I’m taken aback KB with your comment, thank you, appreciated. what would you have suggested in place of the glue line?
I’d have to look at it again. You’ll figure something out. >KB
I came home from a horrible moment and read this. And truly felt it. Amazing how words can capture something. Well done Jen.
I hope your horrible moment feeling has now passed and forgotten I am glad that you felt this and brought some calm back. Thank you lovely. X
I did Jen, it really was a salve. 🙂
Oh yes… that is what life is about. I like the use of eggs and the idea of repairing ourselves time and again. Well-penned. 🙂
Hope you are doing good. 🙂
Hello my friend, I’m doing okay ~ thanks for asking 🙂
Thank you – oh if it were that easy at times 🙂 Thanks for reading anmol.
A good comparison. Eggs are strong but also delicate and so are we. Nice work! 🙂
That they are, breaking at any time, or hard to crack, thanks sweet 🙂
We do falter and break. This was a wonderful way to make a memorable poem out of our daily struggles. Sweet! Robin
Thank you Robin, glad you popped over and enjoyed, appreciated. 🙂