Crabby Old Man

This poem was written by an old man who died in the geriatric
Ward of a nursing home in North Platte, Neb.  He left nothing 
Of  value, only this poem which I thought had a very strong
Message and wanted to share with you soupers.

           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 secure a happy home.
A man of thirty .. My young now grow 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!!

GOD BLESS ALL WHO READ THIS POEM
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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June 29, 2010 at 6:49 PM
What a wonderful discription of a "CRABBY OLD MAN"-- I see a lot of my grandfather in this--who, by the way, I love to bits. We all just need a little understanding :) Much love Ralph, RW
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June 29, 2010 at 3:54 PM
This poem left me in tears. Absolutely wonderful!!!
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June 25, 2010 at 11:32 AM
Glad that you posted this one..Someone posted one similiar that they found in a vacant house...I had been thinking about how within each one of us is all that we have ever been from that baby, child, teen, young married,etc..Keep the creative pen flowing..Sara
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June 25, 2010 at 9:03 AM
I'm seeing a crabby old WOMAN -- me, Ralph. I love the way he recounts his memories from youth while scowling at his caretakers. One day these caretakers will be a lot like the crabby old man, if they're lucky enough to live that long. Outstanding poem, Ralph!! Love, Carolyn
Mehta Avatar
June 23, 2010 at 7:27 PM
A wonderful character drawing of Crabby old man. Very nice expressions
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June 23, 2010 at 3:22 PM
Ralph I think I got this an as email but it was just as good the second time around. Thanks for adding it to your group. Also thanks for your comment on my poetry. God Bless, Cile
Mehta Avatar
June 23, 2010 at 9:24 AM
Thanks for sharing your wonderful thoughts. I really enjoyed it
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June 23, 2010 at 8:31 AM
Great write Ralph....thanks for posting it....He would have liked it I'm sure.....Larry
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June 23, 2010 at 8:19 AM
This one left me speachless-I'm adding it to my fav's!~Tirzah~
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June 23, 2010 at 7:57 AM
That was absolutely awesome. Going to favorites. I find it maddening when people see and treat the elderly as babies or small children. In other cultures, they are revered and looked upon as the wise- which is only right.
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June 23, 2010 at 7:27 AM
Wow, I enjoyed reading the journey of this man, a well tribute to him by posting this,,, he seems to have held on things so dearly and enjoyed life,, not crabby at all,, lovely...P.D.
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