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CRABBY OLD MAN

Postby Lins » 10 Oct 2010, 20:06

Crabby Old Man

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte, Nebraska, 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. The quality and content so impressed the staff, that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

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.

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 a shoe

Who, resisting or not.....................................Let's 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 wngs 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 peom when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside, without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there too!
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Re: CRABBY OLD MAN

Postby jackiem » 10 Oct 2010, 20:29

That is so touching Lins.
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Re: CRABBY OLD MAN

Postby Lins » 10 Oct 2010, 20:42

jackiem wrote:That is so touching Lins.


It made my eyes more than dewy :2006: It made me remember my dad.
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Re: CRABBY OLD MAN

Postby jackiem » 10 Oct 2010, 22:02

Sadly my dad died before he became an old man - he was only 61 when he died (21 years ago last Wednesday) but it did remind me of Malc's mum. Luckily she was in a lovely nursing home and the staff cared for their residents and treated them with the utmost of respect.
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Re: CRABBY OLD MAN

Postby Glenys » 10 Oct 2010, 22:42

Thats the problem people forget that wars have been fought and won to give this Country its freedom.

Here is a tale for you when we had the Pub with me Sam My Son Craig,Mark ( teens) Gareth who was small
around seven.
One day an elderley lady came in and asked who Craigs Mum was now bear in mind he was in the Kevin stage at that time.
She said he had helped her on the Bus and when they got off outside the Pub he asked her where she lived and carried her shopping home he never told me that she did ! so even in the Kevin stage he had respect for elderly people and I was really proud of him as I am still.
I can never understand why respect for elderley and others is not absoloute for the young people these days .

I can only think Thats Gareth and Craig had loving Grandparents who meant the world to them
Please email the coordinators if you cannot get through on the phone stating CLEARLY your phone number and confirming you are on our waiting list or need help with homing a dog

Also for Glenys, messages can be passed on via Ann 07377317272
Carol ( homing coordinator and dogs to come in ) 07399559202 labrescue@live.co.uk
Glenys Text or call for a call back speak slowly and clearly 07722083534
Gina ( homing coordinator and dogs to come in ) ginaboyd@btconnect.com tel : 07572438871
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Re: CRABBY OLD MAN

Postby Mad Maisie » 11 Oct 2010, 08:47

This is so touching and so true.

I hope this has been shown in all our hospitals and care homes as I know some of the staff are lovely and caring but some sadly are not.

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