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Several years ago, a friend of mine who was then the administrator of a senior living community in Maine, sent me a poem. It resonated with me then and it resonates with me now even more. I get to sit with people and find out what their lives have been like throughout the years and what they are like now. I ask questions like what makes it a good day? Are you ever lonely? What wisdom can you share?
The answers have been poignant, inspiring, frustrating, sad, funny, thought-provoking. For instance, several Crabby old man poem copyright who live in assisted living facilities where there are lots of other people and plenty of activities have told me they are often lonely for their children and grandchildren.
There are various versions of the poem that have been circulating for years along with stories about its origin. I did a little research and will share what I found, but first …. What do you see, nurses? What do you see? A crabby old man … Not very wise, Uncertain of habit … With faraway eyes? Who dribbles his food … And makes no reply. 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? A young boy of Sixteen … With wings on his feet.
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. Dark days are upon me Crabby old man poem copyright My wife is now dead. I look at the future … Shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing … Young of their own.
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. 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!! When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in Grass Valley, CA, it was believed that he left nothing of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found Crabby old man poem copyright poem. One nurse took her copy to Missouri. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent poem. Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.
The man has lived in a nursing home in California, Nebraska and Florida and the woman in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland. On it was what I believe to be the original Crabby Old Man poem with a different title. The site is no longer up and I was unable to find any updated information about the man who owned it. I tried to find out more about him and the real story behind the poem but was unable to contact him. I was disappointed but decided to go ahead and share his poem, called Too Soon Old. A crabby old man, one not very wise, uncertain of habit, with far away eyes.
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will… with bathing and feeding, the long day to fill. Is that what you see? A marine soon at eighteen — my heart gives a leap, remembering the oath that I promised to keep. A man of thirty, my youth now going too fast, hopefully bound to others with ties that should last.
At sixty no more babies play around my knee, again I know heartbreak, my loneliness and me. Dark days are upon me, my dreams are all dead; I look at the future, I shudder with dread. 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 man still dwells, and now and again my battered heart swells. I think of the years; all too few. Gone too fast, and accept the stark fact that nothing can last. So open your eyes, my friends, open and see, not a crabby old man; look closer — see ME!! Copyrights First of all, depression is NOT a normal part of aging. Persistent depression that interferes ificantly with the ability to function is not.
Staying physically, mentally, and socially active can help reduce the risk in older people, but anyone with symptoms of depression should be thoroughly checked out by a healthcare provider to determine the cause and best course of treatment. Depression in an older person Crabby old man poem copyright be hard to diagnose because many of the usual symptoms — fatigue, loss of appetite, and insomnia — are common as we age or have an illness.
Be on the lookout for these s as well:. If someone you care about at any age Crabby old man poem copyright any of the s of depression, please, open your eyes and look closer. Diane — Great work! I much prefer the original version. Also, you did a great job linking to the depression issue. I will share your blog with Trustees and staff. Regards — Tony. Thanks Diane. It was great to get the story behind what I always thought an urban legend. That said, it is a great reminder that we, as health care professionals, are not treating a diagnosis but an individual with a plethora of life experiences which we may relate to in a of ways.
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