Cranky Old Man

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by odonII, Apr 8, 2013.

  1. odonII

    odonII O

    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 vigour, 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!

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  2. osiris

    osiris Senior Member

    It could be true that the old man wrote the poem... but how, if he had to be fed and bathed, did his decrepid and almost certainly arthritic hands write the piece? And tell me, why would those people in the nursing home who mooned so over this poem not have attributed it to its author, and spread his name as well as his work? I smell an urban legend.

    Obviously somebody must have wrote it. Maybe a crafty Jonny Appleseed type wanted to spread a meme. Throwing seeds for the sake of throwing seeds... that's art in its highest sense. :)
     
  3. Summerhill

    Summerhill Member

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    Thank you , a moving piece of work !
     
  4. Mr. Bleak

    Mr. Bleak Member

    Very touching...misted my eyes a bit.

    Osiris does have a point, though
     
  5. rambleON

    rambleON Coup

    I agree with osiris....besides that, this read generic and from a shallow perspective...nothing hard hitting nor any emotional insights for me....though I see how this went "viral" because things that cater to the least common denominator usually do that.
     
  6. odonII

    odonII O

    Sorry!

    :beatnik:
     
  7. rambleON

    rambleON Coup

    I felt like the cranky old man while reading this Odon 2.0
     
  8. odonII

    odonII O

    Did you not like: '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!'
     

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