An Existing Half
I thought I was born
a perfect all,
With many things at
my beck and call.
Days went by and I
became me
I thought it was all
I wanted to be.
I turned forty and
looked back
To see the other
half I still lack.
My whole life has
been a half,
Of an all I feel not
enough.
As I age and
approach my timely
end,
The other half, my
Lord prepares to
send.
Copyright © Omar Jabak | Year Posted 2013
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