Appreciate life

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Deano
here is an email that i received and that i found very touching:


Crabby Old Man





When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Tampa, Florida, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.



Later, when the nurses were going through his meager 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 Missouri . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.



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




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 ..........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, people ........open and see..

Not a crabby old man. Look closer....see........ME!!

Schecter
conspiracy forum

chillmeistergen
All the ... makes the stanza structure horrible. Commas would have been efficient.

ragesRemorse
Fukc life smile

Burnt Pancakes
It's a nice poem. I'm glad you posted it.

Kinneary
See, I refuse to get old, and therefore this isn't a problem for me. I don't know why everyone doesn't make this decision.

Alliance
Originally posted by Schecter
conspiracy forum

Bardock42
Originally posted by Schecter
conspiracy forum Originally posted by Alliance
What the f**k?

Deano
dont feed the trolls bardock

lil bitchiness
Its a pretty poem, Deano.

I do have to note though, I appreciate life and my able body, freedom to move, and ability to think straight, without anyone encouragement.

Although its good to be reminded. Thanks for posting.

Schecter
Originally posted by Bardock42
What the f**k?

rough day?

Bardock42
Originally posted by Schecter
rough day? Not really, just don't follow. I give people shit for current reasons, not out of habit.

Schecter
Originally posted by Schecter
rough day?

Bardock42
No

Strangelove
Originally posted by chillmeistergen
All the ... makes the stanza structure horrible. Commas would have been efficient. Great poem though. Very touching

Alliance
Originally posted by Bardock42
Not really, just don't follow. I give people shit for current reasons, not out of habit.

Usually Deano's posts are conspiracy rants.

I found it amusing...despite your obvious superior maturity.

Bardock42
Originally posted by Alliance
Usually Deano's posts are conspiracy rants.

I found it amusing...despite your obvious superior maturity.

Yeah, dunno, I am more into funny jokes.

Shakyamunison
Originally posted by Bardock42
Not really, just don't follow. I give people shit for current reasons, not out of habit.

I thought you gave shit to people because you have so much of it.

Bardock42
Originally posted by Shakyamunison
I thought you gave shit to people because you have so much of it.

Slightly ironic, don't you think?

Schecter
Originally posted by Bardock42
Yeah, dunno, I am more into funny jokes.

pms

Bardock42
Originally posted by Schecter
pms A bunch of fat old skanks on their periods?

Rogue Jedi
Originally posted by lil bitchiness
Its a pretty poem, Deano.

I do have to note though, I appreciate life and my able body, freedom to move, and ability to think straight, without anyone encouragement.

Although its good to be reminded. Thanks for posting.

gingercaily
nice poem.. very touching....have you read the novel Tuesdays with Morrie?
a novel about life, death, happiness, money, marriage, family, and other such issues..i recommend this book..this will make you realized how precious life is..
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Rogue Jedi
I have recently learned to appreciate life more. I was hindered in a certain way up until a while back, but now I feel as if an enormoius weight has been lifted from my shoulders. everytthing is better now. the air is sweeter, food tastes better, and I am able to live my life as I want to and have developed some short term goals, things I should have already accomplished by this point in my life.

smoker4
Originally posted by Shakyamunison
I thought you gave shit to people because you have so much of it.

No, no germans dont give shit away, they eat/smears themselves/jack off over it, didnt you know?

Schecter
thats how they reproduce

Goddess Kali
Life is like a Bowl of Semen


You gotta slurp it up before it rots

So tasty droolio

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