Emile Pinet Poet Quatrain

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School of Hard Knocks

When you live on the streets, you
attend the school of hard knocks.
And think you've hit bottom
until you feel the sharp rocks.

You wake to a throbbing pain
pounding away in your head.
And you're filled with dread, Oh God,
you kind of wish you were dead.

This can't be a hangover,
for you haven't been drinking.
But, your head is exploding,
and it hurts to be thinking.

You figure out where you are,
just as the doctor walks in.
And like a silly young fool,  
you slap on a happy grin.

You survived a bad beating,
slipping death's grip, yet once more.
And quickly gaining your wits,
you shrewdly head out the door.

The lost children of the street
are more than eager to play.
But, for every lesson taught,
someone always has to pay.


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3/29/2017

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Line Gauthier May 23, 2018 at 1:34 PM Quite the look into a darker side of society, Emile.

Lisa Ricci March 31, 2017 at 5:29 AM Hello Emile. Good Morning. Please allow me to let your most expressive and emotional words stand. There is nothing I could add. This entry speaks with power and one that should be read out loud. You did an outstanding job. The humanity within the words show. Well done in its entirety. Emile Pinet March 31, 2017 at 8:55 AM Thank you so much Lisa, your words have touched my heart, Emile.

Joseph May March 30, 2017 at 8:21 AM A very dangerous life that takes a deadly toll..Well expressed Emile Pinet March 30, 2017 at 10:23 AM Thanks Joseph, your comments are appreciated, Emile.

Anne-Lise Andresen March 30, 2017 at 5:22 AM - A poignant poem, Emile - Life, no bed of roses ... really facts ... is painful to think about - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Emile Pinet March 30, 2017 at 7:57 AM Thank you Anne-Lise, I appreciate your comments, Emile.

Cheryl Hoffman March 29, 2017 at 7:16 PM Your well written poem reminds me of how tough it must be for someone to be living on the streets; makes me thank God I have shelter over my head! Great thought provoking poem Emile!~Che :) Emile Pinet March 30, 2017 at 7:56 AM Thank you Cheryl, I appreciate your comments, Emile.

Jan Allison March 29, 2017 at 2:28 PM I can't begin to imagine how tough it is out there on the streets Emile - you have painted such a vivid picture and the title really does say so much :-( hugs jan xx Emile Pinet March 30, 2017 at 7:56 AM Thank Jan, as always I truly appreciate your visits, Emile.

Charlie Smith March 29, 2017 at 1:45 PM Brutally sad but well written Emile... Emile Pinet March 30, 2017 at 7:55 AM Thank you Charlie, I appreciate it, Emile.

Kim Rodrigues March 29, 2017 at 11:29 AM Sadness to be out in the open - exposed to all of the elements! Great write, Emile! Emile Pinet March 29, 2017 at 1:27 PM Thank you Kim, your comments are appreciated, Emile.