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Crabby Old Women

Discussion in 'Inspirational' started by Aman Singh, Feb 2, 2007.

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  1. Aman Singh

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    When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital Near
    Dundee Scotland, it was believed that she had nothing left of any value.

    Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions,
    they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that
    copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One
    nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady's sole bequest to posterity
    has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the
    North Ireland Association for Mental Health.

    A slide presentation has also been made based on her simple, but
    eloquent, poem. And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give
    to the world, is now the author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet:
    Crabby Old Woman

    What do you see, nurses ........ What do you see?
    What are you thinking ..........When you're looking at me?
    A crabby old woman ...........Not very wise,
    Uncertain of habit, ...........With faraway 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, 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 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,
    Who need me to guide ........And a secure happy home.
    A woman 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 man'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 husband is 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 woman .........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 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, people, .........Open and see,
    Not a crabby old woman; .........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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  3. MKAUR1981

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    That was a really nice women. I'm sure most people have been taught to respect the elders.

    I remember when I was in my teens, I snapped at my grandad who must have repeated the same thing about 10 times in the last 5 minutes. I felt guilty and apologised and explained why I did this. My grandad was a wonderful man and he said to me that life is like a circle. (He told me this in Punjabi, so I'll try to explain it in English). "Sayaane dhi aadat niyaane jehe ho jaandi hai"

    A child whinges, cries and asks for things. As an adult you become more independant. However, when you get to about your 60's you become like a child again.
     
  4. Arvind

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    Waheguru.... The writing is full of emotions, feelings.

    Respecting elders gives an inner contentment as well. And as the wise lady said - Dont forget, everyone has to go through this life-circle.
     
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    I agree. This is a very good poem.
     
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