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, 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!

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!