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.
