Crabby Old Man

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  1. Terry

    Terry Antiquities Friend Staff Alumni

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    When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in Moosomin ,
    Saskatchewan , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

    Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this
    poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and
    distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Alberta .

    The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition
    of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide
    presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

    And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of
    this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.

    Crabby Old Man

    What do you see nurses? . . . .. . What do you see?
    What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me?
    A crabby old man . .. . .. . not very wise,
    Uncertain of habit . . . . . with faraway eyes?

    Who dribbles his food . . . . . and makes no reply.
    When you say in a loud voice . . ... . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
    Who seems not to notice .. .. . .. . the things that you do.
    And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?

    Who, resisting or not .. . . ... . lets you do as you will,
    With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill?
    Is that what you're thinking? . .. . . . Is that what you see?
    Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . ... you're not looking at me..

    I'll tell you who I am. . . .. . . As I sit here so still,
    As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will.
    I'm a small child of Ten . . .. . ... with a father and mother,
    Brothers and sisters . . . . .. who love one another.

    A young boy of Sixteen . . . . with wings on his feet.
    Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he'll meet.
    A groom soon at Twenty . . ... . . my heart gives a leap.
    Remembering, the vows . . . . .. that I promised to keep.

    At Twenty-Five, now . . .. . . I have young of my own.
    Who need me to guide . . . . .. And a secure happy home.
    A man of Thirty . . ... . . My young now grown fast,
    Bound to each other . . . .. . With ties that should last.

    At Forty, my young sons . . . . . have grown and are gone,
    But my woman's beside me . . . .. ... to see I don't mourn.
    At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
    Again, we know children .. . . . .. My loved one and me.

    Dark days are upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead.
    I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread.
    For my young are all rearing . .. . . . young of their own.
    And I think of the years . . . . ... and the love that I've known.

    I'm now an old man . . . . ... and nature is cruel.
    'Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool.
    The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
    There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart.

    But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells,
    And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells.
    I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.
    And I'm loving and living . . . .. .. life over again.

    I think of the years, all too few . .. . . . gone too fast.
    And accept the stark fact . . .. ... that nothing can last.
    So open your eyes, people .. . ... . . open and see.
    Not a crabby old man . .. . Look closer . . . see ME!!

    Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.
     
  2. total eclipse

    total eclipse SF Friend Staff Alumni

    So beautifully written Terry brings tears to my eyes thanks hun
     
  3. LillMy8989

    LillMy8989 Well-Known Member

    I like the elderly, they give me such hope for the future and smiles at me just make me feel more "I am worthy"-like. This man is a genius and not so "old" anymore, hes flying above our heads and hearts and thinks positive he is not suffering anymore, be free if Jesus exists, in name of Maria. :)
     
  4. texaskitty

    texaskitty SF Cat Lady Staff Alumni SF Supporter

    Beautiful, Terry, thank you.
     
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