Saturday, August 25, 2012

A Crabby Old Man

    When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte, Nebraska U.S.A, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value....
     Later, when the nurses were going through his megar possessions, they found this poem.
     It's quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse, care aid in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri.
     The old man's sole request to posteritory has since appreared in the Christimas edition of the news magazine of the St Lois Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, 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 look 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 would 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 will tell you who I am.......as I sit here so still
     as I do 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 will meet
     a groom at twenty.........my heart gives a leap
     remembering, the vows.......I promised to keep
     at twenty five, now........I have a young of my own
     who need me to guide........and a secure happy home
     a man of thirty........my young have grown fast,
     bound to each other........with ties that should last
     at forty, my young sons..........have grown are gone
     but my woman's beside me.......to see I don't mourn
     at fifty, once more, babies play around my knee,
     again, we know children......my loved and me
     dark days are upon me......my wife is now dead
     I look at 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 an old man now......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 once I 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 fast......that nothing can last
    So open your eyes people......opne and see
    NOT a crabby old man......look closer.....see ME!

   
     
    

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