{"id":16634,"date":"2011-03-18T10:46:21","date_gmt":"2011-03-18T14:46:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danielschristian.com\/learning-ecosystems\/?p=16634"},"modified":"2011-03-18T10:48:28","modified_gmt":"2011-03-18T14:48:28","slug":"crabby-old-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/danielschristian.com\/learning-ecosystems\/2011\/03\/18\/crabby-old-man\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Crabby Old Man&#8230;&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><span style=\"color: #800000;\">From DSC:<\/span><\/strong><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #800000;\">Perhaps you&#8217;ve seen this&#8230;but I&#8217;m reminded that our lives are but a vapor when I read this one. I&#8217;m also reminded of a person&#8217;s dignity and the specialness of a person, a life, a soul.<\/span><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in Grass Valley, CA (USA). it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">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.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">One nurse took her copy to Missouri.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">The old man&#8217;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.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this &#8216;anonymous&#8217; poem winging across the Internet.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\"><strong>Crabby Old Man&#8230;<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> What do you see nurses? . . &#8230; . . What do you see?<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> What are you thinking . . . . . when you&#8217;re looking at me?<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> A crabby old man . .. . . . not very wise,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> Uncertain of habit &#8230; . . . . with faraway eyes?<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">Who dribbles his food . . . .. . and makes no reply.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> When you say in a loud voice . . . . . &#8216;I do wish you&#8217;d try!&#8217;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> Who seems not to notice .. .. . &#8230; . the things that you do.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe?<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">Who, resisting or not . . . . . lets you do as you will,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> With bathing and feeding . .. . .. . The long day to fill?<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> Is that what you&#8217;re thinking? . &#8230; . . . Is that what you see?<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you&#8217;re not looking at me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">I&#8217;ll tell you who I am. . . . &#8230; . As I sit here so still,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> I&#8217;m a small child of Ten . .. . . .. with a father and mother,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> Brothers and sisters . . . .. &#8230; who love one another.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he&#8217;ll meet.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> A groom soon at Twenty . . . . .. my heart gives a leap.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">At Twenty-Five, now . . . .. . I have young of my own.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> Bound to each other .. . . . . With ties that should last.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">At Forty, my young sons . . &#8230; . . have grown and are gone,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> But my woman&#8217;s beside me . . . . . to see I don&#8217;t mourn.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> At Fifty, once more, babies play &#8217;round my knee,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> Again, we know children . .. . . . My loved one and me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">Dark days are upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> For my young are all rearing . &#8230; . . . young of their own.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> And I think of the years .. . . .. . and the love that I&#8217;ve known.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">I&#8217;m now an old man . . . . &#8230;. and nature is cruel.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> And I&#8217;m loving and living . . . &#8230; . life over again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><span style=\"color: #333399;\">I think of the years, all too few . . . . . gone too fast.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> And accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can last.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> So open your eyes, people . . . &#8230; . open and see.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #333399;\"> Not a crabby old man . &#8230; . . Look closer . .. . see ME!!<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From DSC: Perhaps you&#8217;ve seen this&#8230;but I&#8217;m reminded that our lives are but a vapor when I read this one. I&#8217;m also reminded of a person&#8217;s dignity and the specialness of a person, a life, a soul. When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in Grass Valley, CA (USA). 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