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I have wanted to write on this subject for some time, and found this poem today on Facebook. The original author is unknown, but it says more than I could ever put into words.
This poem reflects the thoughts of a dying man in a nursing home, who left this world never again speaking audibly, but who penned one of the most powerful messages for the “aged” and “aging,” that I’ve ever read.
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!
“Cast me not off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength faileth.” Psalm 71:9 King James Version)
You know you are aging when:
- Everything hurts and what doesn’t hurt, doesn’t work.
- The gleam in your eyes is from the sun hitting your bifocals.
- Your Little Black Book has only names ending in M.D.
- You get winded playing Chess.
- Your children begin to look middle-aged.
- You finally reach the top of the ladder, and find it leaning against the wrong wall.
- You decide to procrastinate but then never get around to it.
- A dripping faucet causes an uncontrollable bladder urge.
- You know all the answers, but nobody asks you the questions.
- You walk with your head held high trying to get used to your bifocals.
- Your favorite part of the newspaper is 25 Years Ago Today.
- You turn out the light in the bedroom for economic and not romantic reasons.
- You sit in a rocking chair and can’t make it go.
- Your knees buckle and your belt won’t.
- After “painting the town red,” you have to take a long rest before applying a second coat.
- You remember today that yesterday was your wedding anniversary.
- The best part of your day is over when your alarm clock goes off.
- Your back goes out more than you do.
- A fortune-teller offers to read your face.
- The little gray-haired woman you help across the street is your wife.
- You get exercise acting as a pallbearer for your friend who exercised.
- You have too much room in the house and not enough in the medicine cabinet.
- You sink your teeth into a steak and they stay there.
- You feel like “the morning after,” and you haven’t been anywhere.
- You have to put on an old pair of eyeglasses to find your new pair.
It’s a Blessing to be able to “think” and to “laugh” at ANY age, but even more Blessed to know that God’s Love and care for each of us is AGELESS and EVERGREEN!
“Those that be planted in the house of the Lord shall flourish in the courts of our God. They shall still bring forth fruit in old age: they shall be fat and flourishing . . . .” Psalm 92:13-14 (KJV)