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?
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,
open and see.
Not a crabby old man. Look closer
** I remember this from Nursing days...A good friend reminded me of this .........I love it and it tells the truth from their point of view IMHO**
** For those that may have grandparents or parents facing Alzheimers or Demetia .....
This poem is so close to my heart as I lost Mom to this and am now caregiver for my Dad who is also afflicted with Alheimers
God Bless our Seniors
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