Story of a 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 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 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!!
 
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