This is more a bit of fun than a poem. The prompt from The Poetry School was write about what seeing half price Easter eggs made you feel. Humm! Bit stuck with that one and my poem came out of ramblings and nothing to do with eggs!
The Half of It
He is half the man he used to be,
living his life through half measures.
I became half hearted – who wouldn’t?
My other half, the better half…….nah!