Crabby old man!-Not me!

In Uncategorized on March 25, 2011 at 1:06 pm

Crabby old men

When an old man died in the geniatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte,

Nebraska, it was believed that he had nothing of value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager 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 Missouri. 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. Remember this poem when you

next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young

soul within.

“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 a 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…’re not looking at me.

I’ll tell you who I am…..As I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding,… 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… 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 growing fast,

Bound to each other…..With ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons…..have grown and are gone,

But my women’s beside me… 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… 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 sits

And now and again… battered heart swells.

I remember the joys…..I remember the pain.

And I’m loving and living… all 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… and see.

Not a crabby old man…..Look closer…see ME!!

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