CRABBY OLD MAN - A beautiful POEM
When an old man died in
the geriatric ward of a nursing home in Moosomin ,
Later, when the nurses
were going through his meager possessions, they found this
The old man's sole bequest
to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition
And this little old man,
with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of
Crabby Old Man
What do you see nurses?
. . . .. . What do you see?
Who dribbles his food .
. . . . And makes no reply.
Who, resisting or not ..
. . . .. Lets you do as you will,
I'll tell you who I am.
. . .. . . As I sit here so still,
A young boy of Sixteen
. . . . With wings on his feet.
At Twenty-Five, now . .
. . . I have young of my own.
At Forty, my young sons
. . . . . Have grown and are gone,
Dark days are upon me .
. . . . My wife is now dead.
I'm now an old man . .
. . .. And nature is cruel.
But inside this old carcass
.. . . . . A young guy still dwells,
I think of the years, all
too few . .. . . . Gone too fast.
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!
The best and most beautiful things of
this world can't be seen or touched.
They must be felt by the heart.