Poems of others
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 meager possessions, they found this poem. It became popular on the internet and it was forwarded to me. I hope you enjoy it. There is a lesson for all of us.
What do you see nurses? what do you see?
What are you thinking? when you are 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 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
Brother and sisters that 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 yong 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 now is 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 carcess 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 to 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
We will all, one day, be there too!
The Sun Rises and Sets On Another Day of Opportunity