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Crabby Old Man

berni888 Avatar
7y, 4m agoPosted 7 years, 4 months ago
A poem to make you think twice

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 a 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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Remember this poem when you next meet an older person whom you might
brush aside without looking at the young soul within . . . . We will
all, one day, be there, too!

The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart
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7y, 4m agoPosted 7 years, 4 months ago
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1 Like #1
Beautiful and so true.

Repped
#2
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#3
A lovely poem, speaking as one who has cared for elderly folk, I've often had these thoughts.

Particularly when they have had devoted partners visiting.
#4
excellent, a copy should be on the wall of every nursing/care home for the elderly
1 Like #5
stefor
Beautiful and so true.

Repped


+1 Repped
Had me too lost in thought to remember:?
Well worth repping
#6
very good, if a little hammed up by your closing line lol.
#7
When I graduated as a nurse this was read out at our graduation ceremony - part of the uni's tradition.
2 Likes #8
This is a very well known poem, often quoted by nurses.

Actually, the original poem was about a "Crabby Old Woman", not a man, and was allegedly found among the possessions of an old woman who had died in a hospital or nursing home.

Later, a nurse wrote a Response:

What Do We See?

What do we see, you ask, what do we see?
Yes, we are thinking when looking at thee!
We may seem to be hard when we hurry and fuss,
but there's many of you, and too few of us.

We would like far more time to sit by you and talk,
To bathe you and feed you and help you to walk.
To hear of your lives and the things you have done;
Your childhood, your husband, your daughter, your son.

but time is against us, there's too much to do -
Patients too many, and nurses too few.

We grieve when we see you so sad and alone,
with nobody near you, no friends of your own.
We feel all your pain, and know of your fear
That nobody cares now your end is so near.

But nurses are people with feelings as well,
and when we're together you'll often hear tell
of the dearest old Gran in the very end bed,
and the lovely old Dad, and the things that he said.

We speak with compassion and love, and feel sad
when we think of your lives and the joy that you've had.
When the time has arrived for you to depart,
you leave us behind with an ache in our heart.

When you sleep the long sleep, no more worry or care.
There are others that need us, and we must be there.
So please understand if we hurry and fuss
There are many of you, and too few of us.

A nurse
#9
renard;5893543
This is a very well known poem, often quoted by nurses.

Actually, the original poem was about a "Crabby Old Woman", not a man, and was allegedly found among the possessions of an old woman who had died in a hospital or nursing home.

Later, a nurse wrote a Response:

What Do We See?

What do we see, you ask, what do we see?
Yes, we are thinking when looking at thee!
We may seem to be hard when we hurry and fuss,
but there's many of you, and too few of us.

We would like far more time to sit by you and talk,
To bathe you and feed you and help you to walk.
To hear of your lives and the things you have done;
Your childhood, your husband, your daughter, your son.

but time is against us, there's too much to do -
Patients too many, and nurses too few.

We grieve when we see you so sad and alone,
with nobody near you, no friends of your own.
We feel all your pain, and know of your fear
That nobody cares now your end is so near.

But nurses are people with feelings as well,
and when we're together you'll often hear tell
of the dearest old Gran in the very end bed,
and the lovely old Dad, and the things that he said.

We speak with compassion and love, and feel sad
when we think of your lives and the joy that you've had.
When the time has arrived for you to depart,
you leave us behind with an ache in our heart.

When you sleep the long sleep, no more worry or care.
There are others that need us, and we must be there.
So please understand if we hurry and fuss
There are many of you, and too few of us.

A nurse

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.................................. that's really done it!!!!!!!
#10
renard
When you sleep the long sleep, no more worry or care.
There are others that need us, and we must be there.
So please understand if we hurry and fuss
There are many of you, and too few of us.

A nurse


:-( Unfortunately very true. Thanks for posting.
1 Like #11
Both brilliant, repped both

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