seeing through an old mans eyes

I came across this poem, someone was supposed to have found. in the pocket of an old man, that had died. it made me think of what the Bible says about growing old. and I remember hearing different people in my life say, where has the years gone, I'm old but I see things like I'm young, and I don't feel like I'm as old as I am. I to feel like I'm much younger than I am. we all are living inside these bodies, and when we look out through our eyes, which are nothing more than our windows to the world. if we don't look at ourselfs, we see the world as we did many years ago. like when we were young. and this is why it is the way it is. the Bible says, the outward man grows old and perishes, while the inward man is renewed day by day. hope this helps make sense, to anyone that has given any thought to being old and feeling young. any way here is a good poem written by an old man.

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!!

[QUOTE=waterdog101;511846]I came across this poem, someone was supposed to have found. in the pocket of an old man, that had died. it made me think of what the Bible says about growing old. and I remember hearing different people in my life say, where has the years gone, I'm old but I see things like I'm young, and I don't feel like I'm as old as I am. I to feel like I'm much younger than I am. we all are living inside these bodies, and when we look out through our eyes, which are nothing more than our windows to the world. if we don't look at ourselfs, we see the world as we did many years ago. like when we were young. and this is why it is the way it is. the Bible says, the outward man grows old and perishes, while the inward man is renewed day by day. hope this helps make sense, to anyone that has given any thought to being old and feeling young. any way here is a good poem written by an old man.

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!![/QUOTE]

Every time I read that........I LIKE it :) We will all be old sometime. I only hope to have fulfilled some if not most of my dreams before I'm unable to.

Aftedr calling for an ambulance, and waiting in the ER till three this AM, You start to wonder "why me". I've gone through the agony of watching three women I loved die. Two wives and a mother. I've been going through the same torture the past two years and know I'm watching the prospect of another one I care for die.I am not afraid of the hereafter, just hope its quick and painless as it could be, I dread being a burden for my children. I don't want to outlive anyone else. The thought comes to mind "what could I have done to prevent this". God has been very good to me,I've faced death three times, and he has spared me,makes wonder if its punishment for a forgotten egrigious sin, or an example of a modern Job. But what ever, "his will be done on earth as it is in heaven". Guess I'll need to wait till judgement day to find out.Maybe its a curse, I want to live to see the cubbies in a world series,is he granting that prayer to me? Find out later. You younger guys, count your blessings,and give thanks for them.

[QUOTE=kygorski;511868]Aftedr calling for an ambulance, and waiting in the ER till three this AM, You start to wonder "why me". I've gone through the agony of watching three women I loved die. Two wives and a mother. I've been going through the same torture the past two years and know I'm watching the prospect of another one I care for die.I am not afraid of the hereafter, just hope its quick and painless as it could be, I dread being a burden for my children. I don't want to outlive anyone else. The thought comes to mind "what could I have done to prevent this". God has been very good to me,I've faced death three times, and he has spared me,makes wonder if its punishment for a forgotten egrigious sin, or an example of a modern Job. But what ever, "his will be done on earth as it is in heaven". Guess I'll need to wait till judgement day to find out.Maybe its a curse, I want to live to see the cubbies in a world series,is he granting that prayer to me? Find out later. You younger guys, count your blessings,and give thanks for them.[/QUOTE]

God always is control, is wise beyond our comprehension, and has His reasons. Maybe He knew that you were the right man that was able to both show each of those women the love they deserved, and at the same time was strong enough to handle the loss. I imagine you are Gods gift to them, and they were/are all better off for it.

The results came in from some of the tests. MRSA and septasema infections. But she is doing better, and her mood is pretty good. They think its in her lungs, and its pretty hard to cure.Thank god we got her into the emergency room when we did. Her husband died from the same complications several years ago.

They have added pneumonia to the list of woes. You wonder how can this be. Last week or the week before she went to pulmologist, and he said every thing looked fine, but didn't take a sputem culture, Makes you wonder,she never smoked, and I try to keep my smoking away from her, plus she was a licensed nurse, and knows a little about health care.

For those that know me you all know i`m usely happy and full of **** most the time,,joking and carring on,,,but that poem is dead on it..
I don`t feeel like I`m old,,I think like I always did when i was 30,,,could whip the world!,,,Bullet proof,,would never die! But in the past few months I`ve gone down hill very fast,,I look in the mirror and i see a old man looking back at me instead of a young man. Can`t do nothing i use too,,,can`t throw that trolling motor battery up in that boat with no proplem,,,got to ask for help now.. My dad and I had a talk when he was my age and i was in my prime of 30...he told me what was going to happen to me,,he was so mad cause he couldn`t grab that roll of carpet and throw it up on his shoulder like it was nothing,,i laughed at him,,,"oh pops your as good as you ever was" no,,no he wasn`t Dad I understand now...I don`t want you all to think i`m whinning cause i`m not,,,just warning you that are younger,,,enjoy your time being young,,you never know when old will sneak up on you and surprize you,,,one day you too will look in that mirror wondering where that young man is....

Where did that guy with the 29 inch waist, and the head of hair go? The guy who could take 12 mile full pack marches, and not have an ache? Who could swim a mile,He's in there somewhere, buried in suet!