Crabby Old Man poem

PLEASE READ THIS, ESPECIALLY THOSE OF YOU WHO DEAL WITH THE ELDERLY!!
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in Moosomin, Saskatchewan, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, they found this poem..
And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.

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 . .. . .. .. 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 . . . . . 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!!

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

Seasons poem–Spring

"March said to April,
I see three hogs upon a hill;
And if you'll lend me three days
I'll find a way to make them go.
The first of them was wind and wet
The second of them was snow and sleet,
The third of them was such a freeze
It froze the birds' noses to the trees.
When the three days were past and gone
The three silly hogs cam limping home."
(author unknown)

"March bustles in on windy feet
And sweeps my doorstep and my street.
She washes and cleans with pounding rains,
Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
She shakes the grime from carpet green
Till naught but fresh new blades are seen.
Then, house in order, all neat as a pin,
She ushers gentle springtime in."
-  Susan Reiner

3. December Christmas Calendar 2010

Førjulstiden bringer mye godt, men ta tid til å vise omsorg. Mange har dårlig råd og må velge bort dyre gaver. Noen har penger, men ikke venner og familie.  Sett av tid til kos og omsorg for deg selv og andre. Julen skal ikke måles etter verdien av penger.

Stress ned!

Stress ned og pust rolig ut.
Løft blikket og se deg rundt.
Ser du noen ensomme blikk|

 

Stress ned og pust rolig ut.
Finn noen ensomme blikk.
Send ut smil med varme|

 

Kjenner du at stresset langsom blir vekk|
Løft blikket og se deg rundt.
Kanskje du oppdager færre ensomme blikk|

(Dikt av Heidi DeAnna Fossen 2.12.2010 Copyright)

The Easter Feeling Does not End

The Easter feeling does not end,
it signals a new beggining of nature spring
and brand new life of friendship.
Happy Easter to My Best Friend!

(author uknown)

RECIPE FOR A HAPPY NEW YEAR

Take twelve whole months.
Clean them thoroughly of all bitterness,
hate, and jealousy.
Make them just as fresh and clean as possible.

Now cut each month into twenty-eight, thirty, or
thirty-one different parts,
but don't make up the whole batch at once.
Prepare it one day at a time out of these ingredients.

Mix well into each day one part of faith,
one part of patience, one part of courage,
and one part of work.
Add to each day one part of hope,
faithfulness, generosity, and kindness.

Blend with one part prayer, one part meditation,
and one good deed.
Season the whole with a dash of good spirits,
a sprinkle of fun, a pinch of play,
and a cupfull of good humor.

Pour all of this into a vessel of love.
Cook thouroughly over radient joy,
garnish with a smile,
and serve with quietness, unselfishness,
and cheerfulness.
You're bound to have a happy new year.
~Author Unknown~

Wise word

-"Maybe mistakes are what make our fate... without them what would shape our lives? Maybe if we had never veered off course we wouldn't fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. After all, things change, so do cities, people come into your life and they go. But it's comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart... and if you're very lucky, a plane ride away” - Carrie Bradshaw