The end meaning tunnel, you know the saying there is always a light at the end of a tunnel, outta of the blue that thought just came to me and than the typing begins. I just wanted to let people know that somehow, someway things always seem to turn out okay! Perfect life, I by far do not have, but when I worry about things, money, bills, everyday drama, things always seem to turn out okay! You could call it luck, or what ever you want but for some reason it works out! Things come together and it works itself into being okay. I just had that thought and I wanted you guys to know about it! Who knows maybe you are having a bad day like I do numerous amounts of times. I little extra encouragement always helps with positive thoughts! Right, right!
Thursday, July 19, 2012
What to write about!
Generally I just write whatever pops out of this brain of mine, and right now not much is happening or interesting enough to even bother talking about!. I hate that, because I am in the mood to write, but my brain is not. Does that make sense or am I talking stupid again! I was reading some topics I could talk about but not in the mood for that! When I write, I very seldom write about the ways of the world! I like to write more about my world, my inner circle, even if it is not as big and as exciting as most others is! Its mine, all mine and no one can take it away from me. I mean no one! LOL See ya later, maybe something good will happen. Boy do I feel bi-polar right now! Yesterday supper bad mood and today, the world is my oyster!
This story is so touching and so true!
Cranky Old Man.....
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky 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 is 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.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man 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 cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME
Hi to all , I was on face book and saw this write up , for those of you who have not seen it ,it is one of the most beautiful poems I ever read! It was written by a older gentleman in the Geriatric ward of a nursing home in a small Australian country town before his death! What a beautiful legacy to have left us all, after all we too will get old one day! Rest in peace dear sir whom ever you are and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for reminding us that we all get older one day!
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky 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 is 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.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man 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 cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME
Hi to all , I was on face book and saw this write up , for those of you who have not seen it ,it is one of the most beautiful poems I ever read! It was written by a older gentleman in the Geriatric ward of a nursing home in a small Australian country town before his death! What a beautiful legacy to have left us all, after all we too will get old one day! Rest in peace dear sir whom ever you are and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for reminding us that we all get older one day!
I will not look back!
When it is time to start the new journey of my life, I will move forward and not look back! I have finally realize the past is the past and the future is all up to you! I will breath the fresh air and smell the flowers and enjoy the rest of my journey to the fullest! Leave the stress that has consumed me will be a pleasure and a joy! New faces, new goals and a new a horizon will be awaiting me and is mine for the taking and I will do just that! This is a promise to myself so help me God! I say this to myself each and every day it is my prayer and it will happen!
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