Results 1 to 2 of 2

Thread: Cranky Old Man

  1. #1
    Mod knipmes's Avatar
    Join Date
    Feb 2007
    Location
    Polokwane
    Age
    58
    Posts
    612
    Blog Entries
    7
    Total Downloaded
    0
    Rep Power
    60

    Default Cranky Old Man

    The Legend of the “Cranky Old Man”

    cranky-old-man.jpg

    The tale is said to be authored by an anonymous elderly gentleman, living in an Australian nursing home:

    After the man passed away, the nurses at the care home where he resided allegedly found this unpublished poem among his possessions. They were so inspired by its contents that they felt compelled to share his words with the world.

    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!!

    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!

    PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM (originally by Phyllis McCormack; adapted by Dave Griffith)

    The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!





    groetnis
    knipmes

  2. #2
    Stefanus's Avatar
    Join Date
    Jan 2007
    Location
    Bloemfontein
    Age
    57
    Posts
    1,606
    Blog Entries
    1
    Total Downloaded
    477.1 KB
    Videos
    128
    Rep Power
    10

    Default Re: Cranky Old Man

    Crabbit Old Woman (aka: Kate, or Look Closer Nurse)

    The original "cranky old man"

    Another version of this tale holds that the "cranky old man" wasn't really a man at all—he was a woman. A nurse named Phyllis McCormack, to be exact. And she wasn't really cranky; merely empathetic to the plight of the aging adults she cared for.

    McCormack, so the story goes, penned the first draft of the poem while working in a British hospital, sometime in the mid-1960s:


    Crabbit Old Woman (aka: Kate, or Look Closer Nurse)
    What do you see nurses? What do you see?
    What are you thinking? When you are looking at me
    A crabbit old woman not very wise,
    Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,
    Who dribbles her 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 stocking or shoe,
    Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will
    With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill,
    Is this what you're thinking? Is this 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 use 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 girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
    Dreaming that soon now, a lover she'll meet:
    A bride 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 5
    Who need me to build, a secure happy home.
    A young woman of thirty, my young now grow fast,
    Bound to each other, with ties that should last:
    At forty my young ones, now grown will soon be gone,
    But my man stays 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 husband is dead,
    I look at the future, I shudder with dread,
    For my young are all busy, rearing young of their own,
    And I think of the years, and the love I have known.
    I'm an old woman now, and nature is cruel
    'Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
    The body it crumbles, grace and vigour depart,
    There now is a stone, where I once had a heart:
    But inside this old carcass, a young girl 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 nurses, open and see,
    Not a crabbit old woman, look closer - see ME.'

    The "Cranky Old Man" version of the poem is said to have been later adapted from McCormack's version by David Griffith, a U. S. poet.

Bookmarks

Bookmarks

Posting Permissions

  • You may not post new threads
  • You may not post replies
  • You may not post attachments
  • You may not edit your posts
  •