Knotty Musings

Ideas, philosophies, and evil plots to take over the world through love hatched here.

I Am Enough

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.

There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people
won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,

we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically
liberates others." ~ Marianne Williamson

Remove the Nots

Remove the Nots

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Crabby Old Man - Thought Provoking


When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North
Platte, Nebraska, 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 that 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 Magazine of the
St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has 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 ..... 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 .......... 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!

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