Crabby old man

Discussion in 'Literature and Poetry' started by JG27_chili, Oct 4, 2008.

  1. Crabby old man

    I thought this was pretty interesting indeed:cool:

    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.

    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

    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!!
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    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!

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

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  2. That's good Chili .... I read it before as I guess it goes around the internet. But still a good reminder.:)
     
  3. Life is but a vapor. Here today, gone tomorrow. Only what we've done for Christ will last.
     
  4. Amen S. S.

    We learned it ........Only one life will soon be passed .... only what's done for Christ will last.
     

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