A Crabby Old man???

Discussion in 'Family Life - Stories, Pictures & Updates' started by Greg Richardson, Jul 11, 2010.

  1. Greg Richardson

    Greg Richardson Chillin' With My Peeps

    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. 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.


    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 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,
    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 . . . . . 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 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!

    PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM

    The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart.
     
  2. Keene's coop

    Keene's coop Chillin' With My Peeps

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    That's A Nice Poem
     
  3. Mahonri

    Mahonri Urban Desert Chicken Enthusiast Premium Member

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    Nice poem.

    Some of us leave before we get to old age...
     
  4. redhen

    redhen Kiss My Grits... Premium Member

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    Very nice poem.
     
  5. sourland

    sourland Broody Magician Premium Member

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    Great poem! This reality is getting closer for me. Mom lived to be 97. She spent the last three years of her life in an assisted care facility. They were underpaid, understaffed, harried, and great to Mom. For this I am forever greatful. Some even came to her funeral. What happened to the time when the elderly were respected and revered?
     
  6. Camelot Farms

    Camelot Farms Chickenista

    Thank you!!

    My Grandpa (age 90) is now in a Nursing Home after being an active, amazing, vital man for his entire life. He survived the Depression, WWII, Korea and Nam. He raised 4 children, was blessed with 10 grandchildren and 17 great-grandchildren. He remembers when automobiles cames into his county. He saw the creation of many many inventions. He lived during one of the most amazing centuries as far as changes/inventions. He remembers what he was doing when Kennedy was killed, where he was when 'we' landed on the Moon.

    He is a walking history book.

    So while you are changing his bed, talk to him. When your schedule is busy but he wants to go outside, think of it as a pleasure, not a chore. Let him tell you about the things that you have only learned from a book. He lived it!! And hurry. He wont be here forever and then its all lost.
     
  7. Greg Richardson

    Greg Richardson Chillin' With My Peeps

    And hurry. He wont be here forever and then its all lost.

    I can certainly relate to that. My Grandparents were chicken farmers, cattle, huge garden, lived off their land pretty much.
    Here I am with Chickens and a garden getting ready to make it even bigger and I think WOW!
    If only back in my younger days I had known how valuable they were and I had picked their brains and asked them to teach me I would be so much better off.
    So many times that comes up in my thoughts.

    Your post was beautiful. You are BLESSED!

    I had my daughter give my Mom for Christmas one of those books that has you write your childhood memories on up in it on many subjects. I didn't want my daughter to make the mistake I made.​
     
  8. thaiturkey

    thaiturkey Chillin' With My Peeps

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    Thank you for sharing that very moving poem, Gregg. If just a few younger people learn from it he will have left great wealth behind.

    I'll be passing it on.
     
  9. Camelot Farms

    Camelot Farms Chickenista

    Quote:I can certainly relate to that. My Grandparents were chicken farmers, cattle, huge garden, lived off their land pretty much.
    Here I am with Chickens and a garden getting ready to make it even bigger and I think WOW!
    If only back in my younger days I had known how valuable they were and I had picked their brains and asked them to teach me I would be so much better off.
    So many times that comes up in my thoughts.

    Your post was beautiful. You are BLESSED!

    I had my daughter give my Mom for Christmas one of those books that has you write your childhood memories on up in it on many subjects. I didn't want my daughter to make the mistake I made.

    Thank you Gregg. Even though I now live 600 miles from home, I send him weekly letters with updates on our little farm. Of all of his grandchildren, I am the only one living the life that he once did. He thrills in hearing of our adventures and pictures are worth a million words. I think a little bit of him delights in the fact that his knowledge does live on. He has told me what trees to plant in our orchard, what varieties are best and he loves to hear about our animals.

    I send him treats with my letters...homemade breads and cookies. Last week he mentioned that the bread would have been even better with Jam or Jelly so now I am on the hunt for some jam in a plastic jar that isnt Smuckers squeezable...lol.

    It really is the little things.

    And anytime you have occasion to snack on some Montmorency cherries think of Lloyd. He says that they are the ONLY cherry! Needless to say, our orchard is blooming with them. [​IMG]
     
  10. Lifetime chicken lover

    Lifetime chicken lover Chillin' With My Peeps

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    This is beautiful!!!

    My husband works at a nursing home for Alzheimer patients and will proudly hang this up. Thank you for sharing!!!
     

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