How de we want to look at others? How shall others look at us now and in a few years time?
We ourselves should always looking at others as children of God. Those who are older than ourselves we should respect as those who went before us to pave the way in front of us to make sure that we could have a living too. Them we do owe respect. That is what many forget these days.
Do we want to see ourselves in the older person? And more important do we want to see the person behind the old wreck we see in front of us?
sons… grow and go
babies come again to play around
Dark days are upon us
close ones die
looking to the future we may shudder with dread
nature can be cruel
It’s jest to make old age…
Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles…
Grace and vigor, depart.
- Cranky Old Man (shedmontfort.wordpress.com)
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.
The best and most beautiful things of this world can’t be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!
- Cranky Old Man (globalunison.wordpress.com)
This old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the globe awaking masses to accept the reality that
“nobody can run away from the dreadful old age however ravishing their young age may be”.
- Do you really think you know me? (fellowshipoftheminds.com)
- Do Unto Others… (asatisfiedspirit.com)
- A Cranky Old Man (outsider-trading.com)
- Special Feature : The Cranky Old Man (morguemouse.wordpress.com)
- A cranky old man (murtighazi.wordpress.com)
- Grow or Not (pamboyd.wordpress.com)
as we get older, we can just become more cynical, worn out, bitter, resentful, and fearful. Cranky old women and men are everywhere. The only way to avoid the problem of “shrinking” into ourselves as we age, is to start expanding outside of ourselves now.
- A Cranky Old Man (smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com)
I would be in the kitchen diner where I had my office and would listen to the discussions going on – slipping in from time to time to replenish the preferred alcoholic beverages. Gin, double with a lick of tonic and slice of lemon – double whisky and water, large schooner of sherry and a large glass of red wine. The ladies were all in late 80′s early 90′s but you could have been out with any group of girls from 18- 100. I had to intervene occasionally when discussions would become a little heated about the attributes of some poor unsuspecting acquaintance, and then escort them across the road and round the corner to the local pub that served a very good senior’s lunch on a Friday.
Cranky at times yes, but I have more than enough ammunition for a tell all book and enough for a follow up. How they did not get barred from the pub is down to a 70 something Italian waiter who lovingly steered them through their liver and bacon with half portion of dessert. Thank you for the reminder that we should remember that older people have had and continue to have a life.
- Cranky Old Farts (and Some Young Ones Too) (grumpyelder.com)
I used to think I was a cranky old fart. I took some pride in that to be frank but I’ll tell you what – compared to David Suzuki – I’m Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music. Not only is he significantly older than I am but he is the poster boy for being cranky or at least – being a crank. There are days, quite frankly, when I wonder if his relationship […]
When an old man died in a nursing home, nurses found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed them, it was spread throughout the nursing home and afar. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in magazines for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his 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 are 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…
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