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 Assoc. 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!!
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!
The Motorcycle Action Group (MAG) wants to set up a safety forum in the Devon city to reduce the number of fatalities.
The group claims Plymouth is the third most dangerous city in England, but Devon and Cornwall Police said bikers could do more to protect themselves. READ ON
Never Ride Faster than Your ANGEL
Be careful while you ride,
As you .will soon be aware
Your Angel rides with you,
And helps u keep care,
So never ride to fast,
And watch out for your bro's,
As the angel is always with you.
So that's how the story goes
We learn to look out for each other,
As we Ride the open highway,
With help from Our Angel,
We safely ride thru the day,
So never ride to fast,
As our Angel,is .at your side,
Let him keep up,
And stay beside u on your ride,
We will never know,
When he lends a hand,
But it makes us wonder,
About our ghostly friend,
Where does he come from,
And where has he been,
He's always beside us,
Like a close Loyal friend,
So whoever you are,
And wherever your from,
We are just so glad.
That you did decide to come.
Shes My Ghost Rider
We always rode together,
Her arms wrapped around me,
But now she is gone,
Why did this have to be,
Riding down the highway,
She's hanging on tight,
A beautiful night,for a Ride,
Just me the ol;lady and my Bike,
Out from the right,A cage,
Hit us dead on,
We both went flying,
Ended up on a front lawn,
I ran to my women,
Held her to my chest,
Please God let her live,
Shes always been the Best,
She looked so weak,
But our eyes connected,
Then a smile she tried,
For the that moment it perfected,
She pulled me down,
Whispered in my ear,
We'll always have each other,
That you shouldn't fear,
That moment her eyes ,
Closed slowly,with a tear,
I knew she was gone,
O God this is what I'd fear,
I held her so tight,
And cried like a baby,
God I need her,
She's been the best Ol'lady,
They pried my arms from her,
I didn't want to let go,
What can I do now,
God I just don't know,
They took her away,
As I sat Broken hearted,
Watching the ambulance leave,
Now I knew we were departed,
Still wondering what she meant,
That we'd always have each other,
Its so hard to comprehend,
We always had one another,
A few months went by,
Drowning myself in whiskey,
But I didn't go for a ride,
It all seemed to risky,
One day I pulled it together,
And went for that first Ride,
As I cracked the throttle,
I felt something inside,
I let her rip,headed down the road
But the ride seemed so meaningless,
UntilI felt her arms tightening,
Tightly around my Chest,
Now it came to me,
Shes with me on every ride,
She will never leave me,
As my heart pumped inside,
Forever and ever,
My lady will be with me,
Shes always will be here,
Its just her we might not See
Untilwe meet again my Love,
We'll be together on our ride,
Your my I'l ghost rider,
Just You, Me and my Electra Glide,