Friday, February 22, 2013

Friday Musing

A Poem which hopes we will take the time to understand one another's life before we pass judgment.


Cranky Old Man - originally by Phyllis McCormack; adapted by Dave Griffith


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 vigor, 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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