Crabby Old Men

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Joe Boy

Well-known member
Jan 31, 2007
My cousin Gary Tabor sent me this:

Subject: crabby old man ..... Guess it could go for crabby ole women,
too....... (UNCLASSIFIED)

Classification:  UNCLASSIFIED
Caveats: NONE


When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near
Tampa, Florida, 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
copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Missouri. The old man's sole bequest to
posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News
of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health.  A slide presentation
also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, 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...'re not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am ......... As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, 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 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 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 battered heart swells
I remember the joys........... I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and 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 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,
day, be there, too!

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

Take care, blm


Show Heifer

Well-known member
Jan 28, 2007
Wow Joe Boy. That is definately worth not only passing along to everyone, but to hold near my heart every time  I see an "elder" that makes me "waste my time."
Thank you for the reality check!!


Well-known member
Mar 5, 2007
  Thank you JB for posting threads of this nature, giving us all cause to step back, think, and reflect on things that are most important in life. I have sent the poem onto people that mean alot to me personally. Thanks again, I truly appreiate your posts.


Well-known member
Feb 7, 2007
Hollister, CA
this guys name was common sense.

and he knew what the difference between a hug and harrassment was.

of course schools need to protect themselves, as juries can only interpret absolutism and can't understand risk and that the price of  freedom is sometimes you just come out on the losing end of the stick.

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