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Poem by a cranky old man
Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. When an old man died in a nursing home, nurses found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed them, it was spread throughout the nursing home and afar. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in magazines for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his poem. And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.
Many times I see the youth wanting to jump out of their bodies to no avail. This poem was found among the possessions of an elderly lady who died in the geriatric ward of a hospital. No information is available concerning her — who she was or when she died.
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I came across the following poem written by an old Australian man who was living in a nursing home. When an old man died in the geriatric ward of that facility located in a small Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. The poem tells the story of an old woman in a nursing home who is reflecting back on her life. A few years ago I attended a meeting related to care facility work, and the young speaker made the comment that she had no intention of ever living in a nursing home. Her reasoning was that all of a person’s choices are taken away when they go through the doors of the facility.
Take up their responsibility and do their part to encourage and strengthen the hands of these precious saints now living in care facilities, often forgotten by the religious public. Sometimes the artist uses poetry to be cute. Sometimes they are trying to startle you to get your attention. Sometimes the artist is expressing something that we are all familiar with, but in terms that are fresh and lively.
Crabby Old Man: A Poem About Ageing
The emotional poem you'll find below is not new. The Sunday Post says it has actually been around for more than 40 years. But the poem has found new life a few times over, with the back story changing over the years. After the man passed away, the nurses at the care home where he resided allegedly found this unpublished poem among his possessions. They were so inspired by its contents that they felt compelled to share his words with the world.
I must remind myself Chuck is still a young man inside. He still has a lot to contribute to society if people would only take time to listen. There's a tremendous amount of wisdom behind those sunken eyes yet to be gleaned from younger generations. And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Chapter 6 – Poems for Nursing Home Ministry
At that moment, a vision burst into my mind of so many of the nursing home residents whom I have come to know and love in the course of my ministry. They feel all of their losses deeply, but they maintain their high character and grace, even in the worst of circumstances. Invariably, I find that their strength lies in the many years they have labored faithfully for the Lord. As the speaker made her point, the first few lines of this poem began to flow in my mind. While she continued her speech, I quickly penned this poem to honor these sweet, faithful Christians.
The reclusive neighbor down the street? Pray on it, and let God guide you to the person that needs a little extra love today. So many times we don't see a person any more. Just an old man or old woman waiting to die. What the poem says still applies today.
The time came for me to stand, shocked, beside what I knew to be her deathbed. I felt He didn’t want ME to say anything. He replied in His tender way to my heart, “Suffer my little child to come unto me.” I wrote this poem that night.
Versions of the Cranky Old Man poem, also published as Crabbit Old Woman, Look Closer, Look Closer Nurse, Kate, Open Your Eyes, Too Soon Old, and What Do You See? When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, 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.
So the story goes… when an old man allegedly died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Poetry is metaphor, simile, illustration, comparison and concentrated, highly condensed, packed observation. Poetry is a painting using the infinite, subtle colors of human imagination, emotion, feeling and experience. Poetry helps you look at concepts and realities you may not be willing or able to look at if it is presented any other way. Poetry lets the author express things they may not be able to express any other way.
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