Saturday, 8 February 2014

THAT CRANKY OLD MAN








Walking through the streets, we always encounter some very old and rickety men who look like lost in another world. Often we wonder why they look so distraught and flustered. Pondering upon such thoughts for a few seconds, we continue to our path and forget all about it very soon. The fact which no youth think of or rather, don’t want to think of is old age. Here is a poem of an old man on his deathbed which he has written to the nurses who are appointed for his under taking. What he thinks of them, of his perspective and the life which he has seen. Feel free to leave your feedback and  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……………………


That 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 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!!


*Inspired by the poem 'The old man' by David l. Griffith