An Existing Half Poem by Omar Osman Jabak

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,

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27/10/2013
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