Posted in Devotions from Others
This poem was sent to me via e mail. It's very touching and very sad, that so many of our elderly are forgotten in nursing homes. But more than that, it's sad to that so many of the elderly are not saved and have no hope of eternity with the Lord. They've placed their faith in all the wrong things and they have nothing to look forward but an eternity of suffering and some don't even know it.. They have not placed thier faith in Jesus and what he did for them on the cross. They have not asked for forgiveness of their sins. They placed their trust ( in error) in man made doctrines and traditions to get them to Heaven. That is what is truly sad.
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 .20. . . . . . 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 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 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 .
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!!
