Half a Life

Visiting hours are over

Leave my yard, my dirt, my toys

You rank but a photograph

On the mantle on the door

One day out of every week

Is never time to speak

The words that join this half with yours

A house divided life confused

Only half my heart is used

Not enough feet touch these floors

But don't stop whining until you're

Looking for what you're finding

Some people eat anything they're fed

'Cause you know there's something ahead you

Just keep making do until you're dead