My mom sent this to me. Made me tear up a bit.

 

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte, Nebraska , 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, 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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babym...
Sep. 24, 2009 at 2:23 AM

clappingsadbump

 

This poem got passed around when I was in P.C.A. school. It really made us all think before going into the nursing homes and hospitals to do our training. How said that his children and grandchildren abandoned him in his old age. I could never do that to my family.

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ladyo...
Sep. 24, 2009 at 2:31 AM

Its a wonderful poem and true for alot of elderly people.  Thanks for sharing

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pnwmom
Sep. 24, 2009 at 1:34 PM

OH my, this touched my heart so much.  Thank you for sharing this.  I think everyone should read it and remember to take care of our family.

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mtnma...
Sep. 24, 2009 at 3:49 PM

Oh now more tears... I should know better than to read stuff like this when pmsing...

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Colts...
Sep. 24, 2009 at 5:46 PM

thank you for sharing. I've worked in a nursing home for about 8 years before becoming a SAHM. ..I've learned so much from working there

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theya...
Sep. 24, 2009 at 6:34 PM

Thank you so much for sharing..........Wonderful poem.

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lisad...
Sep. 25, 2009 at 6:14 AM

Very touching poem. 

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amber...
Sep. 25, 2009 at 9:53 AM

Thank You for sharing.  That's an amazing poem, and a great reminder for us..

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lilym...
Sep. 25, 2009 at 10:58 AM

 Thank you, that was a very beautiful piece

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brian...
Sep. 25, 2009 at 11:09 AM

I was just visiting my grandpa at a veterans hospital & was looking around at all the old men & thinking about there life & if anyone comes to visit them,it's sad to think of them being forgotten.

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