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      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

Lay me down to rest