Thursday, August 09, 2012
A friend had this posted on facebook this morning and it made me cry...it also made me realize that as quickly as this man relives his life in this poem is almost as quickly as life seems to go these days. This is why we really need to live each day to the absolute fullest that we can and live our lives in a way that makes us happy. Sometimes you do have to give things up to get the things that you desire...in the long run though, if it is your hearts desire it will all work out. I realized that at 46 and happier in my life than I ever thought possible!!!
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, 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 manís 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 Ďanonymousí poem winging across the Internet:
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? What do you see?
What are you thinking when youíre 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, ĎI do wish youíd try!í
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 youíre thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse. Youíre not looking at me.
Iíll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
Iím 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 heíll 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 donít mourn.
At fifty, once more, babies play Ďround 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 Iíve known.
Iím now an old man and nature is cruel.
Itís jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles. Grace and vigour, 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 Iím 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.