Calendars and Clocks
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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
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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