Half-Life

Here I am,

half way through

(if I live to be a hundred)

and what have I accomplished?

Not a lot…

a half-time job that

I only half hate,

a half-assed attempt

at a novel and a poetry book,

half a dozen children

and a husband who’s  

a half-wit,

but

gives me a full measure

of loving.

Meh…not half bad.

Alrighty then, over in the Imaginary Garedn Karin prompted us to write a poem that somehow used the word or concept of “half.”  Sorry, I was only half serious about this one. ;-)

In the interest of whatever interest there might be, I have taken some poetic license  in the above poem to incorporate the term “half,” i.e. I have two children, not six and my husband really isn’t really a half-wit.