Tuesday, March 19, 2013

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 . . . . . 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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