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11-04-2009 11:34 PM

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CRANKY OLD MAN
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in country N.S.W, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre 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 Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . . . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . . . . When you’re looking at me?
A cranky 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 is 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.
It’s 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 man 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 cranky 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.

-- Drink twice... and don't bother to cut... @ lazylarrywoodworks.com.au For lovers of all things timber...


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patron

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#1 posted 11-04-2009 11:50 PM

thanks larry ,

life isn’t ever really over ,
it starts anew each day .

-- david - only thru kindness can this world be whole . If we don't succeed we run the risk of failure. Dan Quayle

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CharlieM1958

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#2 posted 11-04-2009 11:50 PM

Some beautiful thoughts. Some days I feel like I’m gaining on that old fellow all too quickly.

-- Charlie M. "Woodworking - patience = firewood"

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a1Jim

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#3 posted 11-05-2009 01:19 AM

That’s great Larry . How come I started the cranky part so early.

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mikethetermite

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#4 posted 11-05-2009 04:47 AM

Thanks Larry for sharing it with us.

-- Mike The Termite ~~~~~ Working safely may get old, but so do those who practice it.

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#5 posted 11-05-2009 05:55 AM

Thank You for sharing this. I am passing it on.

Scrappy

-- Scrap Wood's the best...the projects are smaller, and so is the mess!

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#6 posted 11-05-2009 11:44 AM

Thanks for this wonderful poem Larry. I’m not too far from becoming that old man, so it’s really relevant to me. In the near future they will probably have to feed me my daily dose of sawdust from a soup spoon! I have printed this out and I will try translate it to Norwegian (with the wife’s help of course) and try to circulate it here in Norway on the net and at the local old folks home. I said try because it is probably extra difficult to translate a poem and keep the flow and rhyming in the spirit of the original. It’s not a word for word thing. It is going to take awhile. Wish me luck!

-- Mike, an American living in Norway.

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degoose

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#7 posted 11-05-2009 12:26 PM

Good luck my friend.,. if anyone can you can.. best wishes to you and your wife

-- Drink twice... and don't bother to cut... @ lazylarrywoodworks.com.au For lovers of all things timber...

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#8 posted 11-06-2009 05:37 PM

Excellent , Larry..thanks for sharing this wonderful poem : )

-- I'm absolutely positive that I couldn't be more uncertain!

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PurpLev

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#9 posted 11-06-2009 06:26 PM

Thanks Larry – this one is beautiful indeed, I can see why it made such a storm around it.

-- ㊍ When in doubt - There is no doubt - Go the safer route.

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