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franshade
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Wed 09/23/09 12:10 PM
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Received this via email, found it humbling and inspiring and wanted to share with you all
*****When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee Scotland , it was believed that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through her 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. ****** Crabby Old Woman What do you see, nurses......................What do you see? What are you thinking........................When you're looking at me? A crabby old woman...........................Not very wise, Uncertain of habit...........................With faraway eyes? Who dribbles her 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 stocking 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 girl of sixteen ....................With wings on her feet Dreaming that soon now .....................A lover she'll meet. A bride soon at twenty, ....................My heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows .......................That I promised to keep. At twenty-five no...........................I have young of my own, Who need me to guide .......................And a secure happy home. A woman 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 man'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 husband is 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 woman........................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 girl 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 woman;.....................Look closer and see See.........................................ME!! 
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... ... ... TY ...
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calleigh and dancere
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That was very touching....
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meg & newark
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Received this via email, found it humbling and inspiring and wanted to share with you all
*****When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee Scotland , it was believed that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through her 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. ****** Crabby Old Woman What do you see, nurses......................What do you see? What are you thinking........................When you're looking at me? A crabby old woman...........................Not very wise, Uncertain of habit...........................With faraway eyes? Who dribbles her 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 stocking 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 girl of sixteen ....................With wings on her feet Dreaming that soon now .....................A lover she'll meet. A bride soon at twenty, ....................My heart gives a leap, Remembering the vows .......................That I promised to keep. At twenty-five no...........................I have young of my own, Who need me to guide .......................And a secure happy home. A woman 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 man'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 husband is 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 woman........................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 girl 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 woman;.....................Look closer and see See.........................................ME!!
Honest, indeed humbling and inspiring....
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thanks Modela
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I want to be the female version of Jeff Dunham's puppet, "Walter" when I get old!
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I love this!
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I want to be the female version of Jeff Dunham's puppet, "Walter" when I get old!
you can be whomever you like auburn but please don't get old 
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*bump*
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awwww loveeeee youuuu stinky old ladyyyyyyy.
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