Do you really think you know me?

I saw this on Facebook yesterday, and it brought tears to the eyes of Mrs. Dust and myself. – TD

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Cranky Old Man

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, 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 Melbourne. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.

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 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!!

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!

PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM (originally by Phyllis McCormack; adapted by Dave Griffith)

The best and most beautiful things of this world can’t be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!

This was posted on a Facebook page, named, ElderHelpers.org.

 

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0 responses to “Do you really think you know me?

  1. I can relate to this. I’ll be 69 in July, and more and more, when I look in the mirror, I don’t relate to the person I see on the outside so much. In my heart, there is no age. As we age in our body, I feel we can live more and more in the eternal in Christ Jesus. The world does not have as strong a pull on us as when we were young.

     
  2. Thank you Traildust for this beautiful and meaningful post. We must always see “Jesus In Disguise.”

     
  3. Thank you, TD, for this very moving reminder of the dignity of the human person, no matter how ugly or beautiful, useless or useful, old and decrepit or young and still in the womb.

     
  4. I adore older people! …well, not if they are crabby though 😉

     
  5. Shakespeare wrote that
    “Golden lads and girls all must,
    As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.”

    From “Cymbeline”, at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cymbeline

     
  6. I love this!!! When I moved to the north west years ago, I had no idea that my new BFF would be in her 80s. She is my neighbor across the street and our friendship began years ago when I convinced her to come walkign with me as I was shedding my post-baby pounds. We would talk and talk on these walks. Since then she has taught me some basic do-it-yourself domestic arts/picking fruit/hemming pants, how to discipline my children old school-style (I’m a spoiled Gen-X’er..BTW, both her kids are hugely successful entrepreneurs), how to get my kids to learn academics through chores (math through watering plants, for example, I had never thought of anything like this), how to ignore all the “smarty pants” secular atheists out here and keep going to church (I was getting extremely depressed about living in an athiest culture like this), and…to be a good and patient listener. I do listen a lot to the same stories over and over, but I try to remember there must be something in these stories that God is trying to drill into my iron skull. Here I thought our relationship was about her always teaching me stuff. And a few weeks ago, she said, “You are my best friend.” That made me cry – I had no idea!

     
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