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CRABBY OLD MAN

Sunday, December 9th, 2007

When an old man died in the geriatric
ward of a small hospital near Tampa , Florida , 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 ……………I
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.

God Bless.

A true friend is someone who
reaches for your hand and touches your heart.