Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

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Calendars and Clocks

I get up early each day
to sit by my windowsill.
And enjoy a glimpse of life
before taking my first pill.

Only half awake, my dreams
drift as I try to recall.
For, although sleep postpones pain,
it quickly resumes its crawl.

My room's as small as my needs,
an efficient little box.
And watching time slip away,
I hate calendars and clocks.

As dusk darkens the night sky,
I bid farewell to the sun.
And when sleep slowly arrives,
I dream my life here is done.

But though I'm ready to leave,
it's not up to me to say.
Only God can decide: if
I should leave this Earth or stay.


(Quatrain)


10/27/2015

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Line Gauthier March 14, 2018 at 2:23 PM Love the rhythm. Poem is raw and sincere. Well done, Emile. Emile Pinet March 14, 2018 at 3:37 PM Thanks Line, you have brought a smile to my day my friend, Emile.

Jill Spagnola October 27, 2015 at 7:19 PM Emile, this deeply profound meaningful pen moved me with a tone voice of angriness yet certainty...jil Emile Pinet October 28, 2015 at 8:53 AM Thank you Jill, I appreciate your encouraging words of support. Emile.

Tim Smith October 27, 2015 at 2:54 PM A wonderful insight into the life of a man just waiting out his time. Emile Pinet October 27, 2015 at 4:12 PM Thanks Tim, I appreciate your support. Emile.

Diane Christian October 27, 2015 at 12:22 PM aww God bless you, this is a wonderful poem and can i just say this does not just affect the elderly, my son is only 19 and has anxiety and a panic disorder and now has agoraphobia which means he never leaves the house unless with some one and gets panic attacks in almost every situation out doors and in new and strange places meeting new people ect... , he is not on meds but counseling is coming soon, and God will heal i believe Amen Emile Pinet October 27, 2015 at 4:11 PM Thanks Diane, I see now how this poem could relate to someone like your son, unable to participate in a world just outside his window...may God bless and help him overcome. Emile.

Michael Tor October 27, 2015 at 11:11 AM Sad and heartfelt Emile. Im sure there are our elderly citizens that feel what you have so well described here. Life for some is difficult not having anything to look forward too, and being in a state of mind that may be deceased. You cleverly reflect this Emile. Thank you for sharing my friend. Emile Pinet October 27, 2015 at 11:19 AM Thanks Michael, your insightful comments are much appreciated. Emile.

Lin Lane October 27, 2015 at 11:09 AM Emile, your photo is great foreshadowing of what your poem will convey. This is wonderfully expressed through the eyes of an older one. "sleep can postpone pain, it quickly resumes its crawl," those words open the window to what this man is feeling. I'm clicking a 7 for you. Emile Pinet October 27, 2015 at 11:20 AM Thanks so much Lin, I welcome your insightful comments. Emile.