All The Kings Horses And All The Kings Men Poem by Hafeni Nghidinua

For better or worse until death do us part
These lovely words are used to build glass
Put up on the shelf, with the beautiful China
And whatever is said, then after doesn't matter
Once upon a time I went to a ball
And in the night my glass had a fall
But to my luck a crack never showed
So none was the wiser of the mischief that arose

Another night again I went to a dance
A one two step and another to the left
Oops my hand, again my glass slipped
Heaven unkind and kind in a sense
There was only a crack as evidence
But a crack there was non the less

When I saw this crack, an eyesore it was
When she saw this crack, a river there was
All the King's horses and All the Kings Men
The eyesore was stubborn, it took residence

More ballroom dancing more glasses breaking
If I didn't know better, I'd label me an addict
And men would mount their high horses
To have a better view of my glasses
And their wives in secret columns would gossip
So each could share their own verdict
There is humor to be found in a broken glass
But never when that glass is in your house

I'm exhausted, my feet are tired
Home I crave and a taxi I hired
But I reach home and to my ire
The house once a home is colder
The marble floor littered the glasses
Broken from all my ballroom dancing
Where did I go wrong I question
Myself but the answer is evident
See it all started with a dance so innocent
But I lost focus and when my grip loosened
One crack turned into two then a thousand
The first crack is after all the most dangerous